I thought this time might be the one but guess not.  Last night when i went to go to sleep I had a million and one racing thoughts going through my head.  I couldn't even keep my eyes closed cuz everytime I did, flashes of images went screaming through my eyes.  I don't really know what that is about to tell u the truth.  Luckily my pdoc gave me something to help me get to sleep.  Tamazapan or something like that.  I'm too lazy to get off my couh to go check.

    But it's not just the racing thoughts, the moodiness is still there.  I think the only reason i think I slept so well the other night was because I was just so tired from not sleeping the night or nights before.   My mother's pain in the ass bf/ ex bf has been over the last night and all of today.  Just being in the same house as him drives me freaking insane.  Luckily I have my apartment downstairs to retreat to.  Last time I confronted him it was seconds away from getting physical.  I just can't understand why my mom keeps taking him back.  He's shitted on her for the last 17 years or so and she still puts up with his crap.

    I don't know if it's just me or the illness that creates an innability to cope with stress very well.  I think this time I'm doing better than usual but still it bugs me.  I seem to fly off the handle very quickly still.  But that part I feel is do to the illness.  I'm usually a real patient guy.  But anywayz I'm gonna go cuz I am being dissatracted by Sunday night cartoons on Fox.