Flight of Thought

That's what my therapist called it. Last night I sat on her love seat, I refulse to lay on the couch, and vomited words for an entire hour. Usually she will take notes, do the therapist thing, but not last night. No way, she just put down her pen and paper and let me fly. And I was flying at 100 mph.

I came up with an idea for a marketing campaign that Abilify can use. They can show the Audubon, but instead of cars, there will be streams of thoughts, sentences, phrases, words flying by one another, bumping into one another, cutting each other off. That's what it's like.

I had been "normal" all day. I was in a good mood, but by the time I got to her, I was so manic is was ridiculous. I was going to say it was crazy, but well...

Then I crashed after I left. Not that I was depressed, but just okay. Then today, my co-workers were like, are you alright? I was told my energy wasn't like it usually is. I was alright, just not manic. I have been getting a great deal done, and especially since my job requires me to be very creative that's been great. Needless to say there is the fact that I can't sleep well and the fact that I had to borrow $500 from my parents and now I have about $25 left after rent is paid. Oh well, time to tap into the sad little, and mean little, savings account. I cannot ask them for help again.

Boyfriend update... I got upset with him today, and I am not even certain as to why. He found out his wife was coming into town tonight which means that I won't see or talk to him until next Tuesday. Plus I am leaving town next Wed. AARRGGHH!!!

Oh well, I apologized for yelling at him, it's not he could stop her from coming. He was just like, "we'll make it work next week." I hope so.