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 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.