Sleep seemed optional, an interruption of my manic activities, and I rarely took time out for it. I went to class during the day, went to work waitressing most evenings, and then went to the diner in town all night to write all my important thoughts, poems, and daily reflections. I moved out of my shared apartment into the country, with no bus or other transportation. I rented a car on my sister's credit card, unbeknownst to her, and simply drove it as my own. I bought a dog for a companion, for I had managed to alienate my circle of human companions. I didn't care. From my manic point of view, they were all inhibited and restrained.