My hypomanic hangovers usually end in anger and paranoia. After the nice run of goodness and productivity, I've been known to rant at the top of my lungs, drive like a lunatic, smash my trash cans, rip a gutter off my house, punch my refrigerator, and chop up my garage with a hockey stick. Then, an hour later, I usually say "that was stupid".

As all have suggested, I completely lost touch with all reality and never really knew what was wrong with me but my Depakote has settled me down considerably.