Swelltide.

My favorite poet? Walt Whitman. No wonder...
A link: The Famous Crazies

Today has been fairly even-keeled, though I'm tired and having some trouble concentrating. Have been doing some mental-health homework. Added a few useful sites to the links section. I'm sure that only a few people have seen my nutty rambling so far. I'm proud it-- my writing-- if only to help put some things in order in my head.

I've avoided everyone at work. Not in the mood for the immature soap opera that is my office. Whispering, all day long. This place isn't good for someone like myself. Not that I'm at risk of going postal-- but maybe exploding on someone. Mania is my weapon.

Ha! The things I've learned about bipolar already.