Bipolar Has Trumped The Diva

It's been a bipolar week or two. Actually, I'm switching medications. I've been tapering off two of the meds I'm on. Let me tell you, that's big time fun!

One's a mood stabilizer, just the sound of that's scary. The other is thyroid. It was making me all jittery, cold and jumpy. I'm sure everyone I was around thought I was a crack whore, so I'm cutting that one back. I damage my reputation enough, I don't need a script helping me along.

My friend Joe died Saturday morning. That's been weighing on me. I want to get to Texas but don't think I can until February. I'll be going back in April as well, so three trips so close together are a bit too much.

I'm touring the private firing range tomorrow night to make sure I like it before writing them that first check. That will be a great distraction. I'll take classes a few days a week to brush up on my mad ninja gun skills. I bought some really cool targets. They have these insanely scary, life sized clowns on them, well, they're politicians, but what's the difference? I plan on relieving some stress by blowing the holy hell out of the things.

Hopefully that will help this bipolar fog lift. For those of you that know what has happened in the past with the foggy times, I'm safe, just foggy.

Tomorrow afternoon I think I'll make a trip to the Cheesecake Factory for some white chocolate raspberry cheesecake. I'm sure that'll help quell the fog.

I'll probably be scarce for a few days until things even out.