I think I have succumbed.

I just wanna crawl back in bed. It makes no freaking sense. I woke up at 5! I was like, "La la la la la, let's play!" But-- the real me was warring with the crazy me and stayed hibernated and fought for two and a half hours and now I am tired and cranky. Maybe I should have just woken up and played.

What if I'm not bipolar at all but just experiencing renewed energy after a lifetime of being sluggish? argh. Everyone is telling me I am bipolar and I hate it. I hate that in a lot of areas of my life it certainly fits. spending, impulsivity, promiscuity, not knowing limits... but still... that could just be a product of my upbringing and I know it. 3 of them could be blamed on my freaking job.

sigh. I am cranky. 10 more minutes? please?

and where's my secret pal? its the 27th... sniffle nothing. not even a card. Just an email and that one awesome (lonely) box sooo long ago. (sniffle)