So I'm still up...

....and, surprise surprise, blogging!

Hello world!

Things are good, I'm just bored and not tired. Give it twenty minutes for the meds to kick in and I will feel absolutely exhausted, but still be manic, so unable to sleep. (Yes, it's really as fantastic as it sounds.)

I am totally, completely, irretrievably in love with Damien Rice's new single, 9 Crimes... you guys should check it out- album releases on November 6 in the UK, not sure when here.

"Leave me out with the waste,
This is not what I do,
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you,
It's the wrong time
For somebody new,
It's a small crime,
And I've got no excuse...
And is that alright, yeah?"

Beautiful... there's more of course, but I won't bug you with my obsession with good lyrics. This song is more about the sound of the vocals and the melody anyway.

I get lots of medical tests tommorrow, yay! I'm getting a sexual health test (just to make sure everything's okay downstairs) and also a test for a UTI (urinary tract infection) and another test to make sure the medication I just started, Epilim, isn't trashing my liver. That means I get to pee into TWO tiny little cups. Awesome kiddies, I tells ya.

Anyway, I shall take myself off to bed now, the meds are starting to hit.

g

PS. The new boy messaged, yay! Girl's gonna get some!

Things are looking up, no joke....

Despite my psychiatrist tentatively diagnosing me as bipolar (pending further investigation) things are looking up. I am off meds at the moment, and weirdly I am good.

I know, who would have thought? I still get down every now and then, but it seems to me that I got more down when I was on Edronax, and the happy I have now is happier than when I was on Edronax. Maybe it's mania, or whatever, but I don't mind, it's pretty good.

Things with the boy are good, I am much less stressed about our relationship. We interact well, I feel kinda mushy sometimes. I am hopeful.

*smile* Of course writing that makes me scared I'll jinx it. Silly, huh?

Ciao for now,

g