Drat. There's still plenty of e-mail to reply to, & I dunno where or how to start.
Was loony again yesterday. I just loooove my manic-depression. I hate it, too, though. Haha. I'm fuckin' wired. (Oh my, no, that wasn't a typo.)
Been stuck to my other e-journal for the past few days. Couldn't help it. Yep, never thought it'd be real fun in there.
I was so glad to hear from Shy as she rang up the other night, but we didn't get to talk much. I was hoping she'd call back, but nada. I wonder what's up.
Recurring evening headaches aren't my kinda thing.
Last night I was so hyper that all I did was blab shit on the phone. I'm beginning to detest uncomfortable emo silences. It'll pass soon, though.
