No, not me. Not manic at all. OK, just a little hypo, I suppose. It’s 1am, and I am still wide awake. I normally go to sleep around 930 to 10pm, but I just laid in bed counting electric sheep. So I got up and watched tv, then shut it off and started typing.
I’ve been cleaning for the past few days. No, not straight, and not maniacally. We are getting new carpet soon, and we have a shitload of cleaning to do to prepare. Being a little hypo helps, right? Ride the train until it derails.
I started taking massive doses of vitamin D. Not on my own, the doctor said I might have a deficiency. I don’t know if big D fights depression, but I certainly have a lot more energy to accomplish stuff. I haven’t felt tired at work, and I don’t feel like I should go to bed with the old folks. If you’re old, sorry, but I feel like I won’t make it to old, so I have to hit the early bird special while I can.
Dan and Nicole just made a Taco Bell run – do they still call it #fourthmeal? I just had a taco after 1am for the first time since I was 25. One time in Vancouver while I was manic I went to TB and they screwed up my order. I walked back to the drive through window and started screaming at them. Not one of my prouder moments.
This post makes no sense. Maybe it’s the scotch talking now. Yes, I’m still up late, even after a couple of shots of the drink of my ancestors. Vitamin D, meet Vitamin G (for Glenfiddich).
Tomorrow is going to be a bitch.