I THINK I'M FEELING a little more clement and moderate than when I last posted. Not quite so excitable. Binky kept saying she thought I was going up into a "manic" one. But I just thought I was a bit moody. I have been very moody indeed these past few days going into weeks. Each and every evening I find myself peaking up on a "slimming pills" type buzz. At least that is what I'd imagine slimming pills felt like. Like I've had a cheeky line of speed. Except I don't like speed, do not indulge, and think drugtaking for the purpose of elevating the mood is sad. Why make yourself "high" when the natural "high" is so very very much better?
If you're wondering why I always say I've just come out of the nuthouse (visiting Binky) when I post, that would be because this internet caff is just around the corner from the psyche unit.
Well everyone in there seems pretty much with it these days.
The other week I saw a lady with one leg in plaster lying flat out on the smoking area green, her NHS Employee Card on prominent display. I thought "bloody hell, they don't half overwork the staff in here!" Turned out she was just a patient who had come by said ID via some nefarious means or other...
I really don't know what the weather's like here in London. Yesterday I was suffering from chills of Siberian proportions. Today I was boiling my head off. Oh I don't know.
Binky was in a bad mood because I'm falling in love with another patient who I brought in a long traily black hippie skirt I found on the street. She was so annoyed she skulked off to her room and switched her phone off. So I said goodbye to everyone except her and left.

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