well, I survived the weekend, which was actually very nice, even if I forgot my meds so spent most of it in a fairly zombieish/mute state, and did get quite a lot of glitter on me as an indirect result of very early debauchery involving a large amound of purple lush body glitter (and then as a result of debauchery in general). That's probably the most interesting part of the weekend since it involves nudity, debauchery and glitter, all of which are good. I drank a reasonable amount of gin and red wine and was introduced to a scary number of people. The people themselves weren't scary (well, some of them were) but the multitude daunted me.
Forgetting the meds was bad. Not so much when I was there, but when I got back the comedown off the weekend and not having taken any of my meds for two days caused lots of random tearfulness. Fortunately I've managed to pull myself together enough to write an essay (my first full essay of term) and I have another lurking. I'm seeing the psych team tomorrow so might be able to deal with the random mood swings/mild psychosis more after that. I wish I could stop dreaming.
That's all for now. Just to let you know I'm alive and vaguely human.