O dere (as Molesworth says in Whizz for Atoms) I seem to be awake - it must be hot milk time. Here I am once more, feeling the need to communicate what I'm thinking. I don't think I'm high again, just a bit sleepless. Maybe the lower dose of quetiapine is the culprit. I have. however, bought some new pyjama bottoms and a leather bracelet - the latter from eBay. I always cruise the antique silver pages on eBay in the hopes of getting a bargain - I picked up a nice cigarette case years ago (not that I use it).
I have a love/hate relationship with my highs - I love them when I'm having them, but I hate the damage they cause. I must have spent an unbelievable amount of money during episodes - which is no good at all.
I think I'll try to go back to sleep now.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?