I'm fucking lifted
Paxil is really crazy, man. I just read through the possible side effects it can give you, and identified the one I am currently enjoying as "hypomania", which is like mania but less so, and everyone who writes about it says its loads of fun. I just wish I wasn't at work so I could go spazz out in Central Park.
Pity, this means I should probably stop taking Paxil, but as long as it's continuing tonight, I should probably go out with people. I feel like LOADS of fun right now.
I've been on about 10 cigarette breaks already today, and my boss is starting to look at me really weird. What-ever, tweedy-man, you are SO not part of my hypomania experience. My hypomania experience is all about getting up and running around the Met Life building and up and down the stairs, and then boisterously saying "Hi!" to random lawyers I don't know. My hypomania experience is being helpful when I see mailroom workers carrying parcels too large for them, and then enjoining them to accompany me on a cigarette break. My hypomania experience has very little to do with answering your stupid phone, Mr. dick-boss. Half the time you don't even call the people back.
My hypomania experience is really, really making me want to have sex right now; I plan to inflict my hympomania experience on my unsuspecting boyfriend as soon as I return from work regardless of his lack of a hypomania experience with which to rejoinder.
The thing is, my hypomania experience would like me not to limit my opions to my boyfriend; after all, my hypomania experience demands, what about that hot paralegal who is sitting 10 feet from you and totally wants your ass? Can you discount him?
My hypomania experience has also suggested several attorneys, a few guys in catering, a secretary/actor, and, alarmingly, my boss, who, my hypomania experience claims, has been checking me out all week.
I have to say, I've got a lot of respect for my hypomania experience: he seems to have defeated the xanax I tried to feed him an hour and a half ago when he was making me uncomfortable. It chilled him out a bit, but he is still, after all, hypomania personified.
I can feel my hypomania experience currently drawing up some huge plans for the night. I am currently leaning towards "just watching a movie and trying to relax", but my hypomania experience is having none of it. "RIP SHIT UP!" is what he is saying. "Hypomania experiences do not just sit idly by through Cable-on-Demand screenings of Minority Report, NO! Hypomania experience will make you go out there AND SAY SHIT TO EVERYBODY!!! Hypomania experience wants you to enjoy an orgy of flesh, food, music, wine... This is hypomania! Eat, drink, and be merry, for tommorrow, hypomania experience may die!
And be replaced by hypodepression experience, who I hear totally blows."
I'm going off Paxil.
Pity, this means I should probably stop taking Paxil, but as long as it's continuing tonight, I should probably go out with people. I feel like LOADS of fun right now.
I've been on about 10 cigarette breaks already today, and my boss is starting to look at me really weird. What-ever, tweedy-man, you are SO not part of my hypomania experience. My hypomania experience is all about getting up and running around the Met Life building and up and down the stairs, and then boisterously saying "Hi!" to random lawyers I don't know. My hypomania experience is being helpful when I see mailroom workers carrying parcels too large for them, and then enjoining them to accompany me on a cigarette break. My hypomania experience has very little to do with answering your stupid phone, Mr. dick-boss. Half the time you don't even call the people back.
My hypomania experience is really, really making me want to have sex right now; I plan to inflict my hympomania experience on my unsuspecting boyfriend as soon as I return from work regardless of his lack of a hypomania experience with which to rejoinder.
The thing is, my hypomania experience would like me not to limit my opions to my boyfriend; after all, my hypomania experience demands, what about that hot paralegal who is sitting 10 feet from you and totally wants your ass? Can you discount him?
My hypomania experience has also suggested several attorneys, a few guys in catering, a secretary/actor, and, alarmingly, my boss, who, my hypomania experience claims, has been checking me out all week.
I have to say, I've got a lot of respect for my hypomania experience: he seems to have defeated the xanax I tried to feed him an hour and a half ago when he was making me uncomfortable. It chilled him out a bit, but he is still, after all, hypomania personified.
I can feel my hypomania experience currently drawing up some huge plans for the night. I am currently leaning towards "just watching a movie and trying to relax", but my hypomania experience is having none of it. "RIP SHIT UP!" is what he is saying. "Hypomania experiences do not just sit idly by through Cable-on-Demand screenings of Minority Report, NO! Hypomania experience will make you go out there AND SAY SHIT TO EVERYBODY!!! Hypomania experience wants you to enjoy an orgy of flesh, food, music, wine... This is hypomania! Eat, drink, and be merry, for tommorrow, hypomania experience may die!
And be replaced by hypodepression experience, who I hear totally blows."
I'm going off Paxil.