Well, let’s see.

I didn’t sleep much Thursday night after sleeping through a headache for several hours, then got up early yesterday, cleaned up a bunch of old correspondence, showered, ate breakfast, pressed my suit, went to Boston, had four great interviews, came back to Framingham, stopped at the old workplace to see folks, went out for drinks, stood people to a couple of rounds, went out for dinner, stood people to more drinks, drove to Worcester, hit the Hut, hung out a bit, went to Ralph’s, drank some more with a bunch of people, was loud and crazy, went home, ate some more, talked on the phone, lay down, couldn’t sleep (this after 6-8 Maker’s Marks), got up and wrote crap, dozed off around 4, woke up at 9, tossed and turned, dozed off, and just woke up again feeling just fine.

Went to the shelf to get my meds and realized I had forgotten to take any of them yesterday. First time in ages.

Ah, mania. How I love and curse thee at once. You break my bank account, show me a good time, and leave me terrified at the end.

(Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have been driving like that. Trust me, I’m pissed at myself. No lectures, k?)