recovering

Between 9 am Sunday and 6 am Monday, I got 16+ hours of sleep. I seem to be coming down from my latest manic/paranoid episode. Something Bill G pointed out helped me come to terms with the comments to my blog. It is titled rant and rave, and yet I'm seeking rational, logical, discussion with supported assertions. I'll have to rethink that and decide if I'm ok with ranting and raving, or perhaps I should change my name and blurb. Now I'm going to try and pick up the pieces that I've broken and scattered around in my disassociated sleepless rampage.

It's not as bad as I make it sound, but it does suck.