I ran out of my crazy pills the other day.
I didn’t worry too much about it, because I had an appointment scheduled with Dr. Batman for Monday night and would pick up a new prescription then. I just had to get through four days or so.
Of course, last time I went four days without my meds, bad things happened. I got super sick from the withdrawals and basically thought I was going to die.
But surely that wouldn’t happen to me this time around. I’m on lower dosages and generally feeling better and I would go through some withdrawals, but was unlikely to approach the brink of death.
And I didn’t.
In fact, other than weird electrical jolts running from my brain to my finger tips, I’ve mostly felt fine. I was super tired on Saturday, but otherwise, that was about it.
But then something else happened. Something quite unexpected.
Instead of feeling sick, I woke up Monday morning with an overabundance of energy. I’m talking bouncing off the walls, can’t sit still, talking like a crazy person.
It’s been AWESOME. And everything is HILARIOUS!! I mean EVERYTHING.
And I’m totally serious. Feeling this way? It’s pretty damn cool. I haven’t felt so good in I can’t even remember how long.
Which probably means that I should go back on the meds and go back to feeling blah. Because APPARENTLY this is some sort of manic episode or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening because mania.
It has been SO MUCH FUN!
But then, yesterday morning I was on Twitter and found out I won a gift card and had to DM my address to the person giving out the gift cards and then would be sent to me.
This is totally legit. It was seriously not a scam or anything.
But then I messed up on the Direct Message part and tweeted out my home address to the ENTIRE WORLD. Or, at least, to all 400 and something people that follow my tweets.
Luckily I noticed it immediately and was able to delete it, but can you ever REALLY delete anything off the internet? I didn’t think so.
So if you happened to be on Twitter yesterday morning for the .546 seconds my address was out there for the world to see…whoops! Please don’t egg my house or steal Bruce Wayne.
So, yeah. I guess I should stop feeling awesome and go back to feeling blah. Just so that crazy people don’t show up at my house and take all my stuff.
Mostly, I’m just worried that Bruce Wayne will like them better than me.
And also? It’s kind of fun to laugh at ALL THE THINGS.