The mania was bad this morning. ACT is checking up on me daily in the afternoons. I had enough sense to take a PRN Haldol and that helped a lot but it's wearing off now. It's true what they say, "There ain't no rest for the wicked [awesome]." The only R's in Boston are in "idea" and "soda." I'm hearing thirteen again. She's just saying "come on Sam. You know what you have to do." There's a lot of things I have to do, but I don't know what she's referring to. Maybe stop the doxepin? One of the people on ACT said I have to be careful about how much melatonin I take so maybe I should only take one tonight and see how that goes. I took four last night and slept five broken hours, even though I wasn't all that hot because I used this blanket I stole from the hospital. I'm sure they don't miss it. I have like five bottles of lotion from the hospital. This guy I'm talking with used lemon essential oils to clean my acoustic with. Didn't know you could do that. Thought you needed wood polish. I forget where I put the hex heads. My new bike sucks. Bulimia made me better at deepthroating.