Thursday, 9 August 2012
I will not dare say I feel normal. And just for the record, although I don't feel really manic now, I don't feel as if the mania has gone away. I feel like you do when you've taken a load of speed and it's worn off, but you don't have the depressive type of come down. Just this weird, lingering hyper feeling mixed with a sense of having massively overdone it.
Yesterday morning I was yelling into the phone, pacing back and forth, while slapping my bare leg over and over. Eventually Pinxx said "what are you doing?" Then I went and posted what felt like complete confusion on my blog.
Nothing else to say. This isn't really a post for you, just a diary note for me. Right I'm off. I'm drenched in sweat. Gotta go in that shower.
PS wonder if I'll be able to eat a whole plate of food today. I bought chocolate at around 5am and ran into a crackhead prostitute who started telling me about being beaten up by a serial killer. Life is nothing if not colourful. Not sure it's the colour scheme I'd chose though... Illustrated: Green and Blacks chocolate. Which I normally like. Really made me feel sick. Nytol: can't live without it...