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This is what mania looks like

Today, I am MANIC.

Not a good day for it, either. I have things to do. Well, technically, I have One Thing to do. And here I am, not doing it.

Don't get me wrong--I'm getting things done. Just not The Thing. I cleaned my room. Well, not really. If I had cleaned my room, than it would currently be clean. The clothes are still on the floor, and the books are still on the bed, but I organized my art supplies. No, it wasn't really that useful. But I'm finally feeling creative, for the first time in a long time. Hey, look, here I am at my writing.com account for the first time since May. Go figure.

It's a funny thing about mania--even when I'm being productive (but didn't I just say that I wasn't? Anyway), I'm still not producing what I'm supposed to be. I have ONE THING to do today. And it's kind of important. Like, 20% of my grade important. SUBSTANCE ABUSE FINAL.

I ate my lunch like a horse. Or a labrador retriever.
I didn't get to have lunch with Daddy. It would have been nice to get out....but then I would have been a crazy person in public, instead of tearing around my house like a maniac. At least in my house, no one can see me. I would have driven too fast, and too dangerously; and then I would have gone shopping. I don't have the money for mental illness. But at least I know myself well enough to know to stay inside. Except here I am, on the internet--the biggest shopping mall on the planet. Well, I wasn't too naughty. I don't think I don't remember.



I went to a concert last night, and I drank in the energy. Could that be it? I slept ok....



I think I'm coming down now. Oh joy. Maybe there'll be an hour inbetween the dizzying mania and the crushing depression in which I can actually get some work done. Let's hope (but what does hope do, anyway?)



This is what a crazy person looks like