Uh oh. I’ve got the angel and devil on my shoulders right now. I still have enough insight to know that I’m bordering uncontrollable mania and that maybe, just maybe I should do something before I totally lose all insight. But only a small part of me actually gives a **** because I don’t actually care about trying to control it before it gets bad. I probably shouldn’t be drinking either. Teetering on the edge of not caring. But that cute little angel on my shoulder is trying to convince me to either contact my T or pdoc because the Lamictal isn’t going to do anything since I just started taking it. But the devil has already convinced me that medication isn’t going to work on me anyway because I don’t have a human brain so pills can’t **** with my brain anyway. Bahaha. How does anyone do what they should when like this?! This angel isn't doing very well trying to convince me.