so i've been cleaning my apartment, because my landlord wants to do an inspection thing. it's been like three years since the last one, but i guess "we need to do one." suddenly. now.
which means i've learned that i have lots of trash, and under that trash is gross stuff. ick. i should clean up more.
but, because i took out a bunch of trash, and vacuumed a bit, and cleaned up some, my apartment isn't an oppressive mess. which makes me feel better. not good, right, just not as awful horrible as always.
and then today i got a lot of junk sorted out at work. just boom boom boom done done done woo woo woo. except when i looked at the clock, it was almost an hour past when i usually go home, and my brain kept telling me all sorts of other things i could do, and how cool it would be to do those things too.
so, i think when i go back to the brain doctor, i need to ask about manic episodes as well. i guess it's good to see that my brain can come up with new ways to be crazy.
go me.
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