When I'm manic, I'm pretty much racing against the clock.
I'm not sure if depression will hit in the next five minutes, tonight, or tomorrow, and so I try to get as much as I can accomplished.
I'm living everyday like every day is my last.
Hmmm.
Is that good, bad?
Whatever.
I'm at work and gonna stay here until the fat lady sings or actually until my demon of a GM goes home because of course he's a "Printer Nazi" and must have the printer in his office to see what everyone is printing.
What an ass!
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