Gloamingone's crochet story on another thread reminded me of another stupid mania story. Years ago, I lost my job and became absolutely convinced that me and my partner were going to starve to death, so I went out and got myself a PT job. Then another. And another, till I suddenly had 6 PT jobs. I worked, powered by mania, for 57 consecutive days, getting up at 5am and going to bed at 1. I only stopped after 57 days because I had to - it was Christmas and all my PT job places were shut for the holiday period. I was still on a manic work frenzy, couldn't keep still for a second, so went out to see what was open. Found a craft shop on the backstreets and had an epiphany. "Realised" that what I really, really, really wanted to do for the 6 days I had off was to sit in the lounge crocheting blankets. So I bought a crochet hook and literally all the wool they had in the shop, went home, sat in front of the TV for 6 days straight, from dawn till dusk, crocheting blankets and watching the same Peter Cushing film over and over again. At the end of the week I had 5 double-bed sized blankets and my hand was so swollen I couldn't move it.