Well that's stupid. It's done now. Whatever lovely effects that bonus dose had on me are gone. What the freaking fuck dude. Oh well. I'll pop some of the faithful lorazepam and call it a day.
On a side note, I found this and it is quite lovely to read some smart peoples saying how the issues I have with noise and my small threshold for what I can tolerate without my brain screaming and acting retarded isn't just a personality flaw. Cool. Now if only my mother would freaking understand that and not get all pissy when I cannot tolerate her 15 dogs barking in the house that echos like nobody's business...
I have bipolar disorder which is a total blast. No, I do not write in this blog for pity or to wallow in my troubles. I blog for two reasons: 1.) It is incredibly therapeutic for me since I don't talk to anyone face to face about these things, and 2.) my words sometimes help others who are rocking out with similar issues. Which is rad. I'm all about some teamwork here.
I'm not out on a mission to offend your delicate sensibilities. So if you don't like something I write, I suggest you pull the panties out of your bum and exit the blog. Nasty comments aren't cool, and they make me cry.