Please tell me it's not over. I don't want it to be over. I love it, I need it, I do so well with it. I can cope with mania, I can deal with mania, I can live while being manic. I cannot, however, deal with being depressed. And I think tonight I will pray (thinking of you Mr. Sexy Chaplin who literally saved me from a mental breakdown in the hospital last week) that this mood is due to the not sleeping in 48 hours and the high stress and anxiety level. Tomorrow is a new day, and I know it will be a good one. I can make it a good one. Just believe. =) And now -- to bed.