ZILTOID ZILTOID
I have been listening to Devin Townsend's Ziltoid the Omniscient album constantly for the past few days. I'm so in love with it. I love that he seems to love coffee as much as I do. The line "they hide their finest bean" has me in hysterics every time. I'm happy today. Too happy? I have no idea. You will get the edited version of this post. The version that doesn't have thousands of spelling mistakes. The mistakes I make because I try to type faster than my fingers can move because my brain is moving faaast. That implies that the answer to my previous question would be a yes. Too happy indeed. Lucky me. Not so lucky everyone else. I am not full blown manic.
Yesterday was not fun. I had to visit my grandmother. She is hard work. Very needy. I was pretty down yesterday and annoyed as hell that I was summoned to her house, along with the rest of my family. Never mind if I'd made plans, screw them, not allowed. I had to go by coach because there were no trains running at all, so I was all motion sick. Then I had to fake happiness, or at least sanity, for a few hours. I was only a little bit down, it really could have been a lot worse. I've finished my rant now.
 Went to see my GP this morning. He's increased my Zyprexa to 10mgs a day and reduced the citalopram to 20mg. It feels like they're finally taking notice of me telling them that the citalopram doesn't work. I suppose there's no point me being on it. They can't increase the dose anymore. And Zyprexa is supposed to be a mood stabiliser.
I've been trying to sort out my student loan this morning. Easier said than done. It took me half an hour to work out what my ART ID was and then another half an hour to realise I had no clue what my password was, so they're sending me a new one in the damn post. Which means even longer without money. Well... I have money... just not enough. Because like every other bipolar person, I have no control over my finances. I have no control over my moods for that matter. Not that I don't try of course.
