If I had sat down to write this about five hours earlier, this would have been a post about how, post-depression, when everything is normal, I look back on the mire with more than a slight feeling of embarassment and shame. Was I that self involved? Was I that gloomy for no good reason?
But I didn't, and it's five hours later and what I thought was a few random flashes of embarassment was, in fact, a signal that the Adderall was fading. I took two of the 10mg quick release around that time, but I don't think they helped, except for to keep me awake longer than I normally would be...which means I am unable to get to sleep to be unconscious while this bad mood passes over.
Off to Plan B: Cuddle with the dog, who doesn't care if I'm maniacally happy or suicidal, so long as I keep scratching and don't leave him alone for too long. Works for me.
For Something Completely Different: Ron White's standup act is a wonderful way to get some laughs when in the middle of a really bad funk. By the way, that link is supposed to go to Comedy Central's site for his stand up routine, but the web geeks behind the coding must be off duty because it isn't working too well. Just in case you hit that link and see a schedule for, say, "Drawn Together", which I do not endorse at all, it being the worst show ever.
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