I took the day off today. Hopefully it doesn't come back to bite me.

Today I'm feeling... how do I put this... um... disproprotionately strong feelings of an intimate nature... far above and beyond my norm. That's my bipolar talking. I'm sure of it. I hate it. A lot.

So, drugged up on clonazepam or not, I need to get out of the house. Maybe I'll take my psychiatrist friend's advice and go do some laundry or something. I'm unmotivated, but yes, that sounds like a good idea.

So, off I go to the laundromat. Yippee.

Hoping everyone is well [enough] today...