On New Year's Eve I skipped my medication and drank too much. I fell
asleep close to 6:00 a.m. and woke up shortly after 10 in the morning.
After returning home on New Year's Day I drank a beer and a rum and,
much later, took my meds. At 4:00 p.m. I fell asleep and, except for a
bizarre dream/hallucination about my landlady flinging the locked door
to my bedroom open and glaring at me (which she denies in an easy way
I believe), I slept steadily until about 10:00 a.m. Wednesday--about
18 hours. Around 2:00 p.m. I boarded a city bus with an insouciant,
besunglassed young driver who jackrabbited the bus before he had
closed the door and nearly made me go flying. Since that moment my
mind has been a raging storm of bitter, vitriolic speeches, and I
nearly ruined my mom's birthday party by starting to speak them aloud.
Long story short: It's been an angry day. For once in my life, it's
for the _other_ guy's sake that I'm glad no one got physical with me.
Miki