Outlets.  That's what I figure I need.  Somewhere to take angst and beat it up against a wall until it doesn't have the substance to hurt me anymore.  Screw a buncha pain.

Seems there's an almost imperceptible pattern to this bipolarity-- inasmuch as I seem incapable of discerning when I'm manic, hypomanic, or about to slide into a depression. [ I just love that some