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days_unfoldingI was a little hypomanic tonight: I jumped in the shower at 9 PM (an hour later than intended), and by midnight, I had eaten dinner, gone to WalMart, gone to the grocery store, and had gotten everything that I needed. Shortly after midnight, I had filled up, vacuumed, and washed my car. I had a strong impulse to go do something recreational, but what could I do at that hour? Besides, I had more stuff to do.
One thing that I love about being manic is that my sense of smell gets more acute. I could just wander around smelling things. I regret never having had sex while very manic; I can see how mind-blowing that could be. At least I have some residual effects.
And back to the Harlee saga: when I was bringing laundry into my bedroom, Random was hanging around the doorway, insistent that he wanted in. Clearly he knew that she was there, and it occurred to me that I might be able to use him to find her. He made a "Let's play" gesture: hindquarters up, forequarters down, scratching the carpet. Chances are he'll be okay with her, and usually it's the incumbent cat who is the aggressor, if at all.
One thing that I love about being manic is that my sense of smell gets more acute. I could just wander around smelling things. I regret never having had sex while very manic; I can see how mind-blowing that could be. At least I have some residual effects.
And back to the Harlee saga: when I was bringing laundry into my bedroom, Random was hanging around the doorway, insistent that he wanted in. Clearly he knew that she was there, and it occurred to me that I might be able to use him to find her. He made a "Let's play" gesture: hindquarters up, forequarters down, scratching the carpet. Chances are he'll be okay with her, and usually it's the incumbent cat who is the aggressor, if at all.
