Tres crank.
Ugh. No breakfast+lithium+4kms walk+no water=MASSIVE HEADACHE.
Granted, I had the headache last night. But getting MORE dehydrated did NOT help me. Nope, not one bit. Delicious evil cookies helped a little.
I need to get better with this. As joyous as kidney failure sounds...although I could use the time off work after all.
Workplace is evil. Laptop must die. Is dying, as I wait for some nebulous "someone" at head office to say it can be replaced. As per my boss, it "may" go missing out of my backpack on the bus some night. I can't even think about opening Access and more than 2 excel files open makes it cramp up like an ass cramp. Workplace full of LOUD TALKER WOMEN who JUST returned from vacation. Do I care about their clothes? NO. Their weekend plans? NO. Their children? NO.
I'm anti social after all. It's expected. And I really am. More and more I realize it's not the bipolar talking, it's ME. When I'm manic I LURVES the people, but normal to depressed, couldnt care less. This is also never helped by people saying "Oh you will TOTALLY love so and so!"-a guarentee that I won't love so and so....
le sigh.
I'd love to care about being nice, and liking people but man, I just can't manage it. Plus, the sheer magnitude of bad grammar around me constantly....no wonder my brain hurts.
Granted, I had the headache last night. But getting MORE dehydrated did NOT help me. Nope, not one bit. Delicious evil cookies helped a little.
I need to get better with this. As joyous as kidney failure sounds...although I could use the time off work after all.
Workplace is evil. Laptop must die. Is dying, as I wait for some nebulous "someone" at head office to say it can be replaced. As per my boss, it "may" go missing out of my backpack on the bus some night. I can't even think about opening Access and more than 2 excel files open makes it cramp up like an ass cramp. Workplace full of LOUD TALKER WOMEN who JUST returned from vacation. Do I care about their clothes? NO. Their weekend plans? NO. Their children? NO.
I'm anti social after all. It's expected. And I really am. More and more I realize it's not the bipolar talking, it's ME. When I'm manic I LURVES the people, but normal to depressed, couldnt care less. This is also never helped by people saying "Oh you will TOTALLY love so and so!"-a guarentee that I won't love so and so....
le sigh.
I'd love to care about being nice, and liking people but man, I just can't manage it. Plus, the sheer magnitude of bad grammar around me constantly....no wonder my brain hurts.