Really funny observation my less restrained self made as I was walking last night. (stabilizer isn't quite up to therapeutic yet so it runs out).

Since my next appointment is in the morning, serious me will report on it running out and mildly manic me escaping each evening; but if its in the evening not so serious me might be inclined to report all is well with the most erratic, poorest fib telling facial control imaginable.

Either way? busted.

cracked me up so bad; singing along to metal, and laughing outside, alone, on the street, at 10pm; probably wasn't the most rational of appearances though. I do think I'm starting to get why there's this love/hate relationship with meds; this would be huge fun, if I were 20 and lively, as opposed to 50 and arthritic.

really fought me on the sleep last night too... ugh