Worked hard both days. Translations. Two mostly new essays.
I'm hypomanic. Rather caged. Liable to bite. And this morning had voices of knives maybe you should die might be best go on and lie down dead like the rest in my head. But work pulled my focus away from it.
Did not go to pool as I wanted. Will see counselor tomorrow. Wish I could give a bigger shit.
Want to know mysteries of taxes and other secrets of my neighbors and the greater universe. Bend down, God, so I can bite your ear clean through.
no med change. BP up too high. I will give it a couple more days.
no cigs since Friday. could explain all evil everywhere. got to love a strong addiction.