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Ugh. Not tonight - not for me anyway. Today 's just too tiring, I feel like pulled taffy. Maybe on Monday.
I think it's been a week that I haven't been taking my meds. I'm not really doing it on purpose; I just keep forgetting to take those frakkin' pills. Raspberries to me. I haven't been journalling faithfully either. It's not that I've been busy or anything; I guess I've just been too scatterbrained lately.
Right now I just feel so wound up - not so much in a good way - and antsy and anxious and just about ready to maim some random bloke. Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! I don't feel particularly angry toward anyone; I just feel extra tense and pent-up and I have to let it out somehow.
I think I managed to mow down a few people earlier. Without doing it on purpose of course.
Racing mind and rambling mouth again today. I must have delivered several thousand words, and no properly finished sentences. I'm not sure I was coherent. I need to check tomorrow with those people I talked to, whether I made sense or a fool of myself.
Earlier I made an unnecessary mess in the kitchen as I washed the bunnies' food bowls. For some reason, Watto from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace was on my mind. I had this mad urge to exaggerate my movements - I just had to shake the bottled tension out. Splish, splash. Im glad I did, despite the mess I made. I just thought of it as performance art that no one got to see.