The soundtrack to my life is footloose. It's kinda sad and crazy, maybe a little manic-depressive thrown in. A university nurse once called me manic depressive. I started crying and she ran out of the room. Then I started laughing (read cackling) really loudly to freak her out a little bit more. Nobody came back into the room for a while.
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A university nurse once called me manic depressive. I started crying and she ran out of the room. Then I started laughing (read cackling) really loudly to freak her out a little bit more. Nobody came back into the room for a while.