No, I haven't slept yet. I haven't slept and believe me, I've tried. I'm already almost completely out of amatryptaline, out of the weird valium-ish things... *eyes the clock* ...which reminds me, I was going to call my doctor. Need to do that.

Geh. My head races, my heart pulses, and I feel as if only my hands would move a little tiny bit faster I could finally express everything.

Which, of course, leads me to suspect that this is a drug interaction I hadn't been expecting or aware of. *sighs* Wich sucks, because the last what, 14 I think, hours have been the clearest, most functional hours I've spent in quite a while.

...I wish I was the animal that fits into that mood... I wish I was a forest of trees that grew no higher... I wish I was a stranger that understands the sky...

Barring the 'my boys here, money, and perfect health' wishes, what I want most right now is to feel GOOD. Not just 'better'. No. I want to feel GOOD. I have no way to feel so, and a fair suspicion that even if I managed to get to feeling good, I'd fall asleep all of an hour or two before Ryan and Becca arrive.

I haven't heard anything from my mother... I don't know what's going on there, and no, THAT at least I'm not calling about right now.

I'm gonna go hunt down my inhaler, talk to the doctor/nurse/whoever, and see what can be done about this.

....and now I play the waiting game. All the staff except for the desk monkey is at lunch, so it'll be at least an hour before I get a call back. Meh. So we know something new, that yes I DO have a chemical reaction similar to that in a patient with ADHD, but it is NOT a reaction that is very positive as a whole. If I ever needed to stay awake for 48+ hours running, I know what to take. Otherwise, as wonderful as it was to be reasonably clear-headed last night (and this morning, and likely this afternoon), I don't think I can take this. It's....... odd.

Very odd.

But there are generic oreo-ish things, music, and time to spend sorting (and deleting) image files, working in Photoshop, cleaning... that's what I'll do. I'll get all the pop cans and garbage. It'll be something to do.

Hah. Done, more or less. I'm letting Malkie wander around the room a bit; she looked like she needed the company and attention. I can't help hoping that if liaden is indeed pregnant that maybe Bink will let me keep the puffball so the new kits won't have competition.