Not sure why being a llama gives me more anxiety than dying. Oh wait...

I feel like I should get back into yoga. I have scoliosis at a "if I was still growing, they'd brace me, if I saw a knife-happy ortho, I'd get fused, but decent core muscles keep me okay" level (how did I write "d cecent dcore muscles"???) and between being unable to sleep anywhere other than the couch or the floor and usually not the floor because itchy carpet, a lot of regular driving (for me), and my only physical activity recently being chopping/loading wood and walking, my right side of my back and my neck is starting to hurt again. I'll probably do a little after meds if that's a thing this morning (the pharmacy is being the pharmacy which is cool because it's Friday and they close from 5pm tonight to 9am Monday so hurry up, my legal drug dealers).

I've never really been an impulsive/excessive spender even when manic, but I'm wondering if that's starting to be a thing. Haven't slept well in like a week and I got two hoodies, a pair of sweats, and a book yesterday (from thrift store so only about $20), and this morning I was like "I'm low on tea" and now have over $100 of leaves coming to me... I don't really have other manic symptoms though. Other than at times severe paranoia, thinking going for a hike in jeans and a flannel when it's snowing and there's a -6F windchill is a good idea, and spending half my day pacing around the house in a fantasy world of "what if we engineer a pandemic to wipe out genetic and viral autoimmune problems?" type thoughts at warp speed. I saw a bobcat on my hike too. That's not a manic symptoms, it was just cool.

I'm gonna go play some of my shyt-tar.