Just another state of mind

UPDATE: Just got back from the shop. Everything went surprisingly smoothly, plus everyone was super-nice and helpful. For a change. Well, perhaps they always are, but I’m in such a nervous state that I never notice. Alas!

So I’m feeling better than I was the other day. Not quite sure what that was all about, but I really felt like I was on my last legs. Perhaps it was a viral infection. Now I’m just in a weird headspace that’s rather new. I feel hyper-alert and agitated, which isn’t like me at all. I’m usually just fighting to stay awake most of the time. Now everything around me seems to have sped-up and I’ve lost my sense of time. I went through four episodes of 30 Rock (I can totally see myself being BFFs with Jane Krakowski, you know?) in bed last night in what felt like five minutes.

Anyway ideas? Maybe I was lying on the remote control.

Well, I think I’ll take advantage of this feeling by finally getting out the flat to do some personal admin. I have become a dreadful agoraphobe of late, so I really should ride the wave. I may even start going out to a pub again, twice a month, just to give myself something fun to look forward to whilst laboriously buying energy meter top-ups and posting/picking-up prescriptions.

My world has become very small indeed.

I’ve received a new set of rules from my cyclothymia again, which is why this week I’ll be immersing myself in classic literature. I’m a big fan of Victor Hugo, Woodhouse, and Cervantes, so I’ll be torturing you all with that kinda stuff. I’m also reading a biography of Vincent van Gogh, which is really interesting. I never realised he was proficient in so many different styles! I’ve only ever been familiar with his minimalist, almost child-like paintings, but his realist and baroque stuff is shockingly different. 

I guess that’s why he’s now considered a genius.

I haven’t proof-read that third chapter of my story yet, but I’m hoping to get around to it soon. This hyper-state of mind isn’t helping me concentrate, so we shall have to see.

I think even the spybots have given up on this blog now, as I’m getting no views at all. Sigh. Like Vincent, I am TOTALLY unappreciated in my own time! Maybe I’ve clicked something to stop people finding me. Hmmm, I shall have to take a look.

Well, I best go cool down after my shower. There’s not much else to report, thanks to being bedridden for a week (if you take into account last week’s malady). Hopefully drama will transpire this afternoon while I’m out and about.

It usually fucking does.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!