I have been the most cantankerous bitch all day. My moods are all out of sync: manic...snappy and depressed...manic....and back to being depressed. I hope to god that this medication is working effectively by next wednesday, otherwise, my two weeks in Sydney are going to be quite miserable: for myself and, my housemate and her boyfriend. I don't particularly fancy spending the two weeks being paranoid and hallucinating or withdrawn to the abyss of misery, damn or even alternating between the two. Being manic wouldn't bother me, it would be fun for all ot us. 

As for today, it was spent cleaning the house, hunting for Pink Floyd's "The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn" which is next to impossible in Australia, let alone the quaint little rural town I happen to reside in; purchasing a new belt. I also made cookies, very tasty ones too. 

So ends the latest of  my psychotic episodes. Battling with that son of a bitch was not an easy task, but ha, I won...hands down. Now, I have excessive amounts of energy which is being dispensed in a destructive manner. I guessing if I don't administer my daily medication I'm not going to sleep, I didn't sleep last night; instead I spent all night and early morning arguing with myself over the difference between CBT and Mindfulness...I really need to get a life. Tonight was spent cursing the oven, chasing my cat, reading erotica and singing very loudly along to various songs of differing genres :|  I am yet again berating myself over the choice to defer my studies..WHY!? Why the fuck did i defer? I mean Im unemployed, so saving money for uni isn't an objective. I have to honest with myself, I have no real use at the moment, I just ponder around the house aimlessly, not going anywhere because im an anti-social fuck too paranoid (not to mention delusional) to enter the realms of a society greater the the occupants of the house. Which means of course that the trip to sydney is proving to be an upcoming challenge.