Right. Well the cotton ball head is no longer an issue, well not as much as it was 12 hours ago. Or at least it won't be, I don't think. My groggy ass (Lamictal induced groggy, thank you very much) took a nap. I woke up about 10 minutes ago. As I was laying in bed thinking about what I should do once I got up... it crept up on me again. You know, that crazed stuff I was pleased to have extracted from my brain. I didn't take more Adderall (above the two 5mg doses I've had as usual) than normal. I still took my second dose of 150mg Lamictal and yet the dammed monster is BACK.
I'm all kinds of not pleased with a lot of things at the moment. And I'm sick of typing.
I'm all kinds of not pleased with a lot of things at the moment. And I'm sick of typing.
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How about trying to change the tone, or the wording?, you make bipolar people look bad. Being bipolar is not being immature, it's actually a gift, a great brain you have been given, quite active, intelligent, I think you should try to be a better pilot, there's this inner yourself that can take control, and take advantage of the gift. Don't let the muscle manage the soul.
Oh my, please pardon me for having a bad day. Pardon me for using this silly blog to express my feelings. Pardon me for not writing in tone that suits you. Shame on me for not being 110% positive all the freaking time... how dare I.
I make bipolar people look bad? Hm. And I'm not a good pilot? Well shit-fire... and here I thought working 40 hours a week, taking graduate classes as an undergrad student, and completing an honors research thesis (which I'm presenting at a conference this spring) was doing somewhat okay, never mind I'm enrolling in a neuroscience PhD program next year.
I've been super silly. Thanks for enlightening me. You get a gold star.
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