Je Suis Finis

I don’t care if that isn’t grammatically correct in the French. (Does French have two forms of the verb “to be” like Spanish? There’s a slight temporal nature to estar over ser in Spanish, but I digress.) I am simply done with being social for the next couple of weeks or so unless it is to see my Teddy Bear and take a nap together or something. Right now I can’t stand to see another person, whether they be my friend or no. I love my friends to bits and pieces but being sociable is so draining that I’ve gone the other way around and become an insomniac. I can feel the edges of my bipolar disorder seep into my consciousness. Manic creativity is at my fingertips. This is bad, y’all. Not bad for my artistic output, but bad for…well, every other aspect of my life. Like walking into work well-rested and not zombie-fied crazy in a few hours.

So this isn’t to say I don’t love all of you, but I refuse to have any communiqué for at least a week. This week I plan to come straight home every night, do some yoga, and then revise and draw and code and design and not talk to a single person. I desperately need to find some mental peace. I’ll probably try and get back into the blogging groove as well since I was so preoccupied with being my bubbly, sociable self for the past two weeks I haven’t had the time. So it’s just going to be me and White-Harp for a while. I am looking forward to it.

Randomly (because my brain is on crack with the onset of manic periods), I have eaten an entire dark chocolate Easter bunny and I need a new computer so badly it’s not even funny. Tax return, where art thou?