To prologue: I'm feeling better now, but this entry's kind of about anger and sadness.

Being tired leads to frustration about being tired leads to insomnia leads to being tired. I think I've figured out one of the ideas that really get me in House, especially season finale: losing brainpower makes me craaaaazy, because my brain is the trove of ( Read more... )

Whenever my parents see some good painting or drawings, they start on me because my linework sucks. I do not like to erase and redraw a line over and over until I get it just right; instead, I tend to cautiously 'fur' my lines along, segment by tiny segment. They have a point. For one thing, my lines look uglier. For another, I'm fair certain it's ( Read more... )

it takes more effort than I expected to conceal my whacky fun manic symptoms from my mom.

at 5AM she asked me, 'You haven't slept at all, have you?' and I realized she'd been gauging my tosses and turns for 2 hours. I denied it, then spent the next 3 hours suppressing motion for half hour intervals. I named a whole bunch of constellations after my ( Read more... )

Mom: I'll be in the next room. If you stop breathing, tell me, OK?

:/

PS: having computer troubles, sorry about missing the IMs.