Like clockwork,..

...my sleep cycle is ruined.

I spent nearly a week and a half struggling to get back on a normal sleep regimen, but here I am once again up late. It's a messed up combination of of a bare flare-up, depression and dealing with the tension of a fight between my wife and I. 

I'm not going to go into the situation, but in her words "You were in the wrong". 

So, I'm sitting on the floor of our bedroom having bleached a section of my hair out and now dying the rest. This is my way of staving off a manic episode. 

Changing a part of my appearance always seems to help for some reason. It's the only form of self control I have anymore. I don't really drink these days. (No, I'm not straight edge. ) Due to the meds I'm on, it isn't safe and I'm not risking my health just to feel a lame buzz. 

Right now, I just want to work on my art and figure my life out.