Yesterday's little manic excursion

Actually it wasn't mania, but hypomania. Anyway it wrote the day off workwise nevertheless.
My brain got caught into making rhymes of every word that came into it. I could have carried on that poem for another 200 lines, but by lunch time the alarm bells were ringing so I took an extra 2 fluanxol and forced myself to switch off and slow down.

It's a great pretty we can't control the timing of our manias. If it had come on a weekend I would have run with it, and got miles more enjoyment and creativity out of it. But on a week day when you're involved in the cold, harsh stuff I'm in, hypomanic excursions and work just don't go together.

Not looking forward to the down that's likely to hit in 2 or 3 days. I don't want to predict it into becoming a reality, but invariably these little spikes are followed by a slump. Gotta just keep perspective...