I've been manic for three weeks now. It is the longest stretch of mania I have ever had, considering I will normally be manic for a day at the most. It is worrisome, but it hasn't been a "bad" mania where I end up walking several miles to the local cemetary searching for my friends' [yes, sadly, more than one] graves, trying to bleed out upon them or something violent of that nature.
I've been plowing through what some might call "thick" reading material such as The Portrait of Dorian Gray, Frankenstein: Or The Modern Prometheus, The Vampire Lestat [being quietly read aloud in a French accent!], old medical dictionaries, accounts of the famous with mental illnesses, and what material I can find on asylums.
But on account of this madness, I have also found the need to draw, even to purchase a Disney Princesses coloring book and of course, "goth" and "zombify" everything and makae them more like the original Grimm fairytales they originated from. One of my crayons broke from the pressure of a clenched fist scribbling away.
So if my scanner will comply, I will be soon putting up the scribbles, doddles, sketches, and splatters of a brain on a natural high that only others with mania or drug abuse could understand.