Yesterday I took 125 mg PRN Seroquel IR. This morning, I already took 50 mg PRN and I'm still ready to wage war on the world and definitely feel revved up.

The handyman/painter is back because he hadn't finished a number of projects. I insisted that Hubby be the one that communicates with him. If I did, it would turn out badly. I'm already being contacted by the stager and was freaking out until receiving her last text saying "It is OK to send them to me sometime this weekend." Just before that, I assumed she wanted the photos immediately. That's too difficult at this moment. Plus, Hubby keeps telling me things can wait, wait, wait.

Late last night I truly thought I was losing it. Actually, I was. Millions of things were racing through my head including some extreme anger I have felt about Whole Foods sending the wrong croissants. Actually, they aren't even croissants. They are "vegan croissants". My substitution choice was chocolate croissants. I think the packer just assumed the vegan ones were real ones. I know this sounds like a piddly matter, but it's consuming me. I keep thinking about it. The wrong suckers are sitting in my kitchen. I feel like destroying them. I already asked Amazon for a refund, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't have real croissants. I want them and feel an extreme dissatisfaction not having them.

At the above-mentioned time I was looking for my PRN Seroquel, but couldn't find it in my pocketbook. At first I couldn't find my pocketbook. Then I went to the safe and it was strangely locked. I started to have a fit, waking Hubby up. He opened the safe and took care of me. I was hungry, so he got me some granola.