Well, just posting a second time today, sorry. Need to just say to someone besides my team that I started getting psychotic again this morning at around 10 or so. Microphones in the walls. Infrared cameras and spies in the hall and upstairs apartment. People banging on the door when, in fact, noone was even there. Voices. Same old story.

I am just sharing this here because it makes me feel better. In the last hour, for some reason, it almost all went away. Why does it come and go like that? Why, when I know with my healthy brain that it is not real, why when I'm in it do I so believe it is real? It's a mystery.

Anyway, a lot better right now. So, that's good. Update tomorrow, assuming the CIA doesn't kick down my door or rappel through my window... There are train tracks across the street from my apartment building. I think I hear the Clozaril Express heading straight for my door!