One excuse for the seriousness of my writing is that bipolar isn't really that funny. If I were manic right now, it might be and I might make remarks that would seem really inappropriate later. The Brit who gets the awards for her blog can make depression seem hilarious. I think I could get some giggles out of ironing shirts if I were in a better mood.
Ironing shirts is a manic pastime.
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