Is it bad that "we didn't start the fire, it was always burning as the world was turning" came to mind? haha

Rapid cycling stinks. Yesterday I went from bright and cheery to ready to cry while watching a movie. Today I'm down in the dumps. I could use one week of pure mania to feel like a god again! Of course, I don't need to be walking in front of traffic like they mean nothing again. It's a wonder I'm not hurt or dead. Up or down, the moods each bring a risk and it sucks!