Circumstances (better known as snow, ice, and fog) have conspired to give me my off-day… which is being lovingly filled with twitchiness, anxiety, and restlessness. Which means that I need to make myself stop, sit or lay quietly on the floor, and try to purge enough to actually enjoy the silence. Maybe I will try curling up on the couch with a book, or perhaps I will just stare at the ceiling. All I know is that I should do something slightly away from this frame of reference to see if it helps soothe the edges back down. Why they’re up is beyond me, though it’s probably something or another bipolar related. Ha, everything is something or another bipolar related — that’s life with bipolar!
*eyes massage chair* I think… I will start with you, good sir.