Not that I'm bi-polar or anything

I was feeling very post-ill today and was consequently pretty subdued... until I got home from work, that is. I was overwhelmed by an intense manic feeling and became incredibly hyper for no reason at all. This was short-lived, however. After blasting Stereo Total and dancing like a complete asshole in my room, the manic-o-metre was off the scale. My hugely inept attempts at singing along in German/French/Turkish were also fuelling the frenzy. I was dancing like Linda Blair's understudy and convulsing with laughter simultaneously. I thought I was going to have panic attack from all the action which quickly brought me back down to Earth. I decided to wait it out and forgo the Ativan for a more organic approach... like turning the music off and sitting. Within 10 minutes, I was numbly lying on the couch watching some banal show on the Discovery Channel and lamenting my life. I need sleeping pills.