Sunday

I am troubled. Heh. That's saying a lot!

Met with the weekend shrink just after getting up. Not even awake yet and the guy wants to know how I am feeling. I said I was sleepy. Yeah, he said, but how do you feel? I said I wasn't feeling anything cause I just woke up. That's good, he said, so you're kinda neutral. Whatever. I didn't feel like arguing with the guy. End of conversation.

I've lost two pounds since I've been here. Can't find them but I'm still looking. I think they may be under my bed, but it is too much effort to look for them.

I have to tell Heidi to talk to the insurance about the other inpatient facility she found out about. This place is not helping me, but it is keeping me safe. I guess that is better than nothing.

I am very tired this morning. I don't know if it has anything to do with my manic high last night. I don't care, really. I'm just tired. I'm gonna lay down and sleep til they wake me up for whatever. Nothing going on this morning until lunch, which is around 12. I may even skip that.