Sleepy me

So, yesterday, something must have triggered me, because I had an overwhelming desire to sleep. Which pissed of keltgrrl to no end. I did manage to wake up to do some things, but as soon as I could, I would come home and go back to bed.

I fell asleep at 6pm last night, and didn't get up until 8 this morning. And I still feel worn down.

I would like to say I don't know what's wrong with me -- but I do. Being me sure does suck sometime.

It was twenty (-1) years ago today...

Nineteen years ago, Buckaroo Banzai: Across the 8th Dimension was released. You know what this means:

ONLY ONE YEAR LEFT TO PLAN THE BIG 20th ANNIVERSARY BASH!!!

Question ALL Authority

That is all.

Mood under a microscope

So, I am at work, getting into my Hakama, and senior instructor 5-dan pops his head in, and starts to say something, then promptly forgets what he was gonna say.

He points to his head, and says, "I hate it when this doesn't work the way it should."

"Tell me about it." I say with a sigh.

Then he realized just what he said to me, and felt like shit.

They've been keeping a close watch on my mood at work, since I missed a couple days when I wasn't fit to work, cuz I ran out of my meds, yadda yadda yadda. So now, it seems everyone is keeping track of where I am in my swing. On one hand, its nice that they are concerened for me, but on the other, I think there concern is more about how much work they can get out of me, and thats kind of annoying.

I've never been secretive about my manic-depression, I figure a way to break down the stigma that surrounds the disease is to not be ashamed of it myself. But sometimes I wish people would mind thier own fucking business and let me work through like I have half my life.