1. You’re cranky when your flannel sheets aren’t as plush as they used to be.
2. You’re torn between the spicy beef yaki soba, the hamachi and spicy tuna roll combo, or the tonkatsu for takeout for dinner.
3. You find yourself sneering internally at people’s ugly, cheap-looking shoes while you wait in line at the store. (Oh, no, wait, that means you’re getting hypomanic again. It’s just the other two things that make you a jerk.)
Sigh. I’m going to curl up in my un-plush flannel sheets with some spicy tuna and wait for my meds to crank down a notch. Someone explain to me why I get hypomanic in winter AND summer? It’s supposed to be a cyclical disease, ferchrissakes. But no… gotta be exceptional, I do. Blargh. At least my mood-charting seems to be working.
Have a plush flannel sheeted, spicy beef yaki soba’d, happy weekend, all.