Where have I been these days? My mind is doing the usual, on fire, on ice, everywhere I don’t want to handle, don’t want to know I can handle. I can feel it in my body, I can feel the fire in my body. I am managing this simmering madness. Medication keeps everything underground, but bush fires can keep alight for years at a time. 

I will make popcorn and watch Futurama. Or I will keep drawing compulsively. Or study. Or go for a walk. Do something to keep me distracted. Even vacations will require this much management, monitoring.