I apologize for the dip lately, I thought I’d come out of something only to slide back into it. It’s really a matter of drinking coffee in the evening or taking that second Wellbutrin. That’s all its about, for the most part. These evening depressions are avoidable. My wife and I haven’t walked in quite a while, the neighborhood, sampling anything. It’s high time we did that. This weekend we’re going to paint the walls yellow in the kitchen. I’ve got to get more serious about my job, got to get more creative in there. I’m not using half of my creativity in there. I’m just… a worker. That’s the way I walked in there, though, with the exception of that one story, Slovenia, which I felt some connection to, something about the story grabbed me and made me want to think creatively and so something good. Was it the location? The people, a little of both probably. And I was flying mentally, really doing really well. Which caused which? Does doing well at work put away the bipolar, or does the bipolar make one do well at work, when you’re up? When you’re up, you’re up in every sense of the word, in every category of your life.

So, which is it – the situation, or the milligrams?