No judge would consider a juror with a profound mood disorder. Sounds like a gross perversion of justice. That was my logic in procuring an excuse from jury duty a few weeks ago, and it worked. Today was not a good day. My psychotic aggression is becoming harder to conceal and extremely embarrassing and counterproductive when it reveals itself. My pattern is to absorb slights and insults and contradictions from a tormentor with poise and equanimity for the greater good and in the spirit of aloha for only so long, then suddenly go megaton in their face in front of a lot of people (preferably their family or employees, to maximize their trauma), expressing the frustration, anger and indignation accumulated in my negative emotion battery by all events up to that point. Of course, my reaction seems wildly disproportionate in context, which is an important step in establishing a solid reputation as a crazy person. Hypomania has been fun while it lasted but I need to cool off before I end up in a psych ward, homeless shelter, prison or dead.