Crazy wasn't the first option he'd chose for himself, no. Optimistically, he'd chose something more along the lines of struck with a burst of inspiration, quick to make a leap out of the box, or sometimes, it did boil down to luck, which was also something that no one else needed to know. Not crazy though.

Vala's voice, Vala responding to him, in very close proximity, the fact that he felt like he was fighting someone for control of his body, the breasts that weren't his ever. Daniel thought it all added up to something pretty obvious.

"It's me," jhe said, testing out her mouth. Geez, he sounded weird, all the inflections and speech patterns he took for granted as Daniel Jackson came out as anything but. Whether Vala might have a few shades of crazy in her was something he thought best to plead the fifth on. He couldn't tell her she hadn't lost it, because coming onto someone when you were bored was a bit...up there. "Daniel."