I tried writing an entry yesterday, as it was my 60th birthday, but luck would have it I was in a pissy mood.

Maybe it was the mojitos I had the previous night. I'd never tried one, much less two. They're good, but they remind me of the mint growing like weeds where we searched for wild asparagus when I was much, much younger. You know, kid days, when tromping around in mint to find fresh asparagus heads was fun.

Or, maybe it was the news, which I've been watching too much lately. The gullibility of people can be downright aggravating sometimes.

Then there was the NPR interview I listened to a few days ago, but now that I go back to link it, they've summarized the interview into a story, taking out the part the pissed me off. It's so nice when someone decides to clean the stupidity out of a story.

What all this means is that the bipolar swapped positions. Before my birthday I was depressed a lot and then I wake up sixty years old and in a pissy mood. What a joyous occasion.

The mood stabilizer I take helps the depression very well, but I still have to watch out when it flips because, for me, the opposite of depression is being angry. In the past, it was road rage angry. I'm much better now, if you like pissy, that is.