I have a million ideas. Everything all at once. I want to be a writer. I want to be a filmmaker. I want to do yoga. I want to kiss someone. Now. It’s almost midnight. I did take my medication, but I’m off track. I can’t even focus long enough to write this blog post. I don’t know what it is about September, but this month arrives and suddenly I can’t get grounded. I’m not yet so manic that I’m reckless. I’m just scattered hypomanic. My poor bank account.