I'm Going Nowhere Fast

But I'm going as fast as I can!

I have had this burning desire all day to write a post for this blog. I considered topics such as (in no particular order):

1. I am with out a doubt the worst friend in the world.
2. Man, I love salsa but this one sucks.
3. Do you think my car headlights will burn out soon?
4. Um, what did you say?
5. Would it kill you to say 'thank you' you asshole?
6. Gawd you stink.
7. MUST you conduct a conference on the schoolbus when I am behind you?
8. Why is my male cat afflicted with the crazies?
9. Sorry... forgot.
10. Going to the grocery store blows.
11. Is it wrong to suggest spine procurement to those around you?
12. No, the shirt from 1986 does not go with those pants. It doesn't go with anything.
13. Now, are you sure I told you that?
14. There's an inch if icy stuff on top of this frozen pie, think it's still good?
15. The doctor works here but isn't employed here.
16. File the goddam drip sheets!
17. What was I doing again?
18. Aaahhh - Starbuck's chilled Frappuccino's are often the highlight of my day.
19. My hair? I meant to get it cut months ago. I didn't? Oh.
20. Now what was I saying again?

Ok, so it's only partially true - only some of those things will be titles. Point is - that is about a 3 minute cross section of what happens in my brain. I've been told I'm like an Irish Setter; always off to the next thing before the first one even registers.

Lucky me, I happen to be bi-polar with mixed episodes and I am a rapid cycler. Definitely the ONLY thing I do rapidly - seriously. My meds do a good job at keeping things under control, but sometimes, an episode leaks through. Ew, sounds like I need a diaper. Anyway, I can't commit to one thing to write about because my brain won't sit still that long. Now, even though I'm tired as hell, I'll want to go clean the linen closet, rearrange my dresser drawers, sort paperwork, find a new recipe, put all of my bill receipts in chronological order (because that's ever so important)... yet I can't turn it all off. Bummer.

Funny thing is, I'm always the last one to know I'm in a phase. After I bring it up, because it's pretty much a revelation to me, everyone says, 'well, yeahhh, we could have told you that'. Maybe next time, they can let me in on it! Geez. Anyway, I'm off to try to reel my mind in... by the way, what was I supposed to be writing about?