Oh crap, it's happening again.
The manic episodes are way more fun than the depressive ones (also way more entertaining for my fans) but this time things feel off, probably because I've stopped drinking. Mainlining this shit sober is... interesting. Something is way off this time. I can't find the pants I wore yesterday, which is funny because how on earth does one lose something in such a tiny apartment???
I've lost things before at home but back then I had the excuse that I was hitting the sauce pretty hard but now? Really? My mind is going. I can feel it.
Zoomies won't get this reference. I guess WW3 will erase all the evidence of this embarrassing fuck up.