So it’s Friday night and I’m up again. It’s not so late but I’m not at all tired. I’m watching Stephen Fry’s bipolar documentary. I watched it years ago but not from the perspective of someone with bipolar. I didn’t have a clue when I watched it years ago. Anyway it’s good. So much of it is so familiar to me.
I can’t remember how much I’ve written lately but I’m doing ok ish. I had a big rage on yesterday. I’m ok today though. I’ll survive. Life’s good. I’m nuts but that’s life. My keypad looks like it’s liquid and moving but that’s just my mind. Oh well.