Fireworks Factory Blows Up

I had a whole night of no sleep and it has freaked the bejeezus out of me. La la la, trying to do things. I’m finding that I’m more goal driven, which is actually a good thing because I have so much work piled up from what I now suspect was a bit of a depressed slump. I got my zine nearly finished, all I have to do is take it to the copy place on Saturday. I researched the hell out of first time feature film funding. I think I even discovered where I want to work on my first feature. So that was all dandy.

But I HAVEN’T SLEPT ALL NIGHT! My circadian rhythms are all fucked. And I’m being extra careful and nice hoping it isn’t a big manic-depressive catastrophe. I made an appointment to see a psychiatrist, maybe this time I’ll actually get a shrink, instead of just being sent back to my GP.

Having a manic episode is kind of like this VIDEO CLIP of a fireworks factory blowing up, imagine each firework represents a thought, and you’re thinking them all at the same time. AhhhhhhH!

Don’t want to go kaboom again. I feel like a ticking time bomb.

Hopefully tonight will bring blessed sleep.