Brew Some Good, Maxwell House Says. Hmph.

I noticed I was a mess while at the carwash... but I chose to ignore it.

Then I noticed when I frantically cleaned out the back seat of my car... but I ignored it.

I noticed when I nearly fell asleep on my brother's couch and told my mother we had to leave. How often does the child tell the mother it's time to go? And my mother is currently a mild non-permanent cripple. She wasn't running around like a nut.

I barely slept on Sunday night. Well, I slept but the sleep was worse than a drunken sleep. It was just not comfortable.

Yesterday I was cranky. Everything was wrong and all the little things that I put out of my mind usually were sitting right at the forefront. And I bitched and bitched and bitched and bitched.

I read somewhere that bipolar people should stay away from coffee.

I am for now on staying away from TOO MUCH coffee. At least 8 cups in the course of the day may have been a bit much. Ruined an entire 24 hour period for me. In fact, I may not drink it at all anymore. Unless it's in the form of a Coolata. They are too tasty to never taste again.