This is officially the last day I'll be 36. I don't care but it will be odd to have a year I remember so little of. There are many periods in my life since bipolar that are hazy or that I don't remember. This year has brought that to the highest possible point. Everyone tells me I don't want to remember. I'm sure that is quite true.
And now I am going to curl up and read and see if sleep will return. I have Dr. Mind tomorrow and I really don't want to have to do that without enough sleep. I'm not at the tired from meds yet still too anxious to really sleep stage. I want chocolate.:) Perhaps hot chocolate with milk might be ok actually.