I also didn’t eat much yesterday — an Atkins bar for breakfast, a cheese sandwich for breakfast.

I’m still not hungry.

(ASIDE: speaking of which, those of you who are celebrating the death of the lo-carb diet? please recall that different things work for different people. I used it on my doctor’s orders as a way to help control some vicious side effects from my meds. I lost 50 lbs. as an unanticipated result. I agree it was a fad, but I have to say it was one that worked for me. and I’ll never go back to another way of eating.)

I am not really sleepy either — more in a fog. I think i could sleep if i tried, but i’m not sure.

Seroquel barely dropped me last night.

This is definitely what they call a “mixed” episode — the racing thought and sleeplessness of mania, the depression of depression.

Random thinking. Don’t mind me — I jump between focus and scatter; witness the earlier poem, which worked well as a focus device; witness this post for a contrary example.

I do think I’m coming out of it a bit; but it feels fragile. I feel fragile.