I'm typing from the hospital. Same stuff. Groups. Food. Sleep. Except I'm exhausted. They have upped my zyprexa. I was hoping I'd get something else but they say "It works so well for you!" Blerg.

I'm still blogging, if you want to read. Bipolar Hallucidations

Dinner is soon. I'd rather go to bed, but I think there's maybe a group after dinner? I'm not sure. I know my friend is going to come up to see me, though!