I definitely become hypomanic when overstimulated. Christmas week is actually a great example of that for me, in fact, because it happens every year without fail. This one has been no exception. I was fine the first couple of days, got all my chores done, was able to get some bills out of the way, and baking, but then yesterday and the day before that my productivity was gone and my brain was off to the races. All that energy just devolved into marathon pacing, or as my boyfriend put it, "Go find something to do, you're about to wear a hole in the carpet!" I was talking loud and fast at my family's gathering last night, saying things I knew full well were completely inappropriate in front of the little ones... thank goodness everyone else had had a bit to drink, because I was the only person who noticed, I think. I took a Restoril last night knowing I'd need it and I'm actually glad I did. This is the first Christmas in five years that I haven't been up at 3am pacing around my boyfriend's mother's home whispering to myself nonstop and trying to find something to do while waiting on everyone else to wake up (and that is a loooooong wait when you know no one else in the house will be up before 8am).