The Bloody Doors Off

Today was one of those days where I had too much energy, and no seeming direction. It was weird; I haven’t had this happen in a long time. Woken up (as per usual via the idiots upstairs) at 3am, the earplugs having come out at some point after falling asleep. Managed to get back under and woke up at 9am.

By noon I was jumping out of my skin. I HAD to do stuff. There was the drop-off of my monthly bankruptcy statement, all of 2 minutes once I got to the office. And I needed to pick up a few prescriptions. But it wasn’t enough. I NEED to do more. So I got my passport renewed (go figure, I’ve been wanting to do it since August but it was today that I had to do it). AND I picked up a form for my driver’s license renewal. And then a walk up from Yonge/King to Yonge/Wellesley.

Hell, even after I got home, I couldn’t sit still. I decided I needed to pick up kitty litter otherwise I’d have to wait until Sunday. So off I went. And somehow convinced myself to get some other stuff while I was there. But I wasn’t going to ride the streetcar back, oh no. I HAD to walk, had to burn off the energy. Only I didn’t. I’m still bouncy.

It feels like a manic episode, only it’s rare that I have one. And I’ve had 2 in 2 weeks. Since leaving the hospital.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, or something else.