I got lost tracking the North American whorefish through the Pacific Northwest.

Nah, I've just been tired, and working hard. Migraines are becoming more frequent.

Burglar, drugs are bad.

Why would anyone want to control the manic phase? Seems counter-intuitive to me. I enjoy waking up after a two week blur, in the middle of Mexico, not knowing how I got there, with the only thing to look forward to being a robust round of antibiotics.