I'm so busy with a new flooring project i've made some bad choice re food. I'm just working so hard on getting quotes that i've eaten carelessly a couple times: pizza and chips. My weigh-in on Saturday will probably be bad news. The big rush with my project is that i have to complete it before my hypomania runs out around Canada Day on July 1st. It's going well and i am enjoying myself but it's stressful -- mostly good stress, but stress nonetheless.

It's such hard work that i drank a 750ml bottle of white wine last night to unwind and had a nice time getting high and relaxing. I'm sure i was influenced by Tara and Bizi's drinking: the power of suggestion. I was so parched today tho -- i must have drank at least seven liters of water.

I liked drinking water for once. I usually hate it. I chill my glass in the freezer, use ice and draw the water from the bathroom faucet where it is nice and cold. It's 100% free and good for me. I hope i can keep it up. I'd save a lot on pop.

I figure i'll drink wine on Friday nights only to celebrate the end of the long week. It's okay if i'm hung-over on Saturday as i don't like to go out that day because the city is a zoo.

My frustration tolerance is much higher since my mood improved. I'm functioning better. Better small motor control, better listening skills, less trouble talking, etc.

I had a baked potato tonight for dinner -- but that's all i had. It was magnificent. I baked it for two hours and it made my home smell so nice and created a vibe of coziness and good health. I ate it by candlelight and lingered after to try and detect and enjoy my satiety.

Aces!