Crashing

I'm crashing really hard. I don't know why...ah, the joys of being BiPolar.
The medicine only smooths out the major highs and lows: It doesn't fix
every crash, and I never know how low it's going to let me go.

My comforter gave up the ghost today--completely ripped apart.
Pocky shit in the house AGAIN.
Hamachi got a hold of my big male leopard gecko last night
(who knew he could climb all the way up there!) and crushed
its head.

I just went in and huddled in a ball in bed for 3 hours...I'm a little better
but not really.
*sigh*
I hate it when I'm this unuseful and pathetic.