The Bloody Doors Off

I sneezed so hard this afternoon, I bit my tongue.

Bloody allergies. They’re killing me. I gotta use a nasal spray to unclog the old proboscis.

Enough fluff.

The manic episodes continue. Happened yesterday at Jason and Paige’s wedding reception. Challenging my brother to karaoke, passively-aggressively taking credit for one of the jokes he told as emcee (in my defense, it was a good joke). But really, I shouldn’t have needed the validation. And I hate myself for that.

Had to leave the event early into the dancing because I could feel myself slipping, emotionally and mentally. That’s the thing about a manic episode: what goes up, must come down. Thankfully a TTC bus ran directly outside the Legion Hall; it wasn’t the bus I though it was, and it went to Scarborough Town Centre instead of Kennedy. But the RT got me to Kennedy. Stupidly, I nearly jumped off at the first cross-section to wait for a different bus. Thankfully the driver talked some sense into me.

And even then, I didn’t go home. I couldn’t. So I kept traveling west and then south, and visited some friends. And found out I missed quite the party. I mean, Sharknado Florentine. Yes, I wanted to play with the stuffed sharks, but no takers.

I’m not even gonna hint at the other stuff I missed.

Fuck I just did. Sorry. Anyway.

This is my life.

So I made the right choice and came home to sleep. Didn’t even post in the blog last night. That makes twice in almost seven months. May not seem important, but it eats at me.

Today I got done what I needed to, and spent a couple hours at Carey and Mimi’s Night Meats party. That was a blast. Recreated an infamous photo with Nike, which I’m sure when I’m 70 will come back and haunt me. But it was fun, so fuck you. I got to reconnect with Ian Keeling, who I’ve always been impressed by. And he’s on the first draft of his fifth sci-fi fantasy novel. I’m struggling to get back to the rewrites for A Song for Rachel, and haven’t even begun plotting Possession.

But I realized, I’ve had 2 full days off this weekend. And that makes up for a lot.

Now if I could just get a handle on the mania.