Retard pills and other observations
Woo, my new meds are Spanish. ¿Hola tablets, como estan? They are also modified release, "retard" in Spanish. I though they were just labeled with general insults the first time I looked, today "retard", tomorrow "loony" you know how it goes. I've been on them ten days. Mouseling thought it was absolutely hilarious, and has been calling me retard all week. Whatever else they are they are muy strong, and I am muy wired, and muy manic. I think I may have to go back to the un-retarded tablets before my bed forgets who I am.
So hello sunshine, hello birds, hello trees. Isn't the sunrise gorgeous? Aren't daffodils yellow? I'm so not as I ought to be. I'm clearly getting old, as manic episodes are not so much fun, and I'm aware that my neck and back are aching from lack of horizontal-in-bed time. And I wasn't really pissed at the dawn chorus, I do love my feathered friends, but when the little blighters tweet from five thirty till seven without ceasing, well, I usually get a little tetchy. Especially at this time of year when the world's most monotonous chaffinch is selling his wares outside my window.
I know I'm manic. I got a thrill out of seeing the garbage truck at 7am. It was blue, but it emptied the green bin. D'you think they send a green one to empty the blue bin? Cos they send a white one to empty the black dumpster.
And now I'm all thrilled that the sun is shining because it was raining earlier. But I daren't go out as I know I'm a bloody liability in traffic, and tend to run off at the mouth at every opportunity, tra la!
Someone please hit me over the head hard so I can go sleep, pretty please?