Still maintaining Condition Couch-lock, and mine barely fits the definition of a couch: an astute furniture appraiser would describe it as
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A ridiculous contemporary miniature wicker loveseat; mainland China via Costco; padded haphazardly with cushions purloined from a dead couch; barely supporting the weight of the aforementioned cushions plus that of an uncomfortably recumbent and unpredictable manic-depressive.
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I refuse to get a better couch until other more important transactions have concluded, so I'm running isolation drills on this piece of garbage. The prophet said that all is vanity. Buddha didn't need a couch.
A reminder to all bipolars suffering at or somewhere between our stations of madness (mania, depression and anxiety): This, too, shall pass. It better.
It's 1040 in the Mid-Pacific: Top of the morning to everyone. Next mood swing in 20 minutes!