When I am depressed, I stay on the couch all day and eat sweets whenever possible. Those are the things I first notice when becoming depressed and that is where most of my time is spent.

When I am manic, I begin to have irrational thoughts. If they go unnoticed, they lead to some serious grandiosity. I also catch myself driving 25 miles over the speed limit on the expressway all the while blaring the song of the month. I also dance like an ignorant fool as though I am on psychedelics. I pace incessantly; sometimes someone has to point it out because I don't realize I'm doing it.