Dreams

Slept through – seven hours of glorious sleep. The guy next door woke me early.

Screaming at his gamed friends – fucking lunatic!

I’m going to find a new place to live – ( my lease ends here in a few months ), and the landlord will be happy to have me breakbtbr lease early.

It’s been a tough year – I’ve been manic twice, with the last mania being horrific.

Two hospitalisations –

I went to the gym for a ‘start up’ workout last night.

My mood isn’t so bad now – things are settling about a three.

I declared $50 wages to Work and Income, even though I probably am working at a loss.

I cried in my sleep last night.

‘When at a protest take things seriously, and the price of food keeps rising.

I don’t know if I’ll be arrested, and I don’t know why or if I’ll be facing charges?

That doctor ( mental health psychiatrist ), was the worst man I have ever met.

He thinks I’m extremely violent, predatory, a stalker, and a sociopath – fuck him, I’m kind and gentle!