tigger, you are so right. Gotta laugh. Sure it sucks, but show me a life that doesn't. And I laugh harder all the time. I mean, here I am, card carrying nut case, but I look at the actions and attitudes of so many undiagnosed, and feel freakin fortunate. At least I have some inkling as to the nature of my madness, and that seems to be more than a lot have. My breakdown was the best thing that ever happened to me. Once I pared my life down to match my abilities, the fluctuations become joke fodder rather easily. All the obligations and commitments I used to make before I knew how my brain worked caused me more trouble than the "illness" itself. Throwing that ballast overboard sure improved the water line of my mental vessel.

I guess I'm going off topic here, but Tiger has a good point, and I know that you Reb have a good sense of humor.

Ok, back to my acorns.