I got taken off my antidepressant yesterday, and I was not put on another medication. The doctor wants me to have a proper psychiatric evaluation, because he said some of my symptoms (mostly the jerking awake at night) might be a mild form of mania, and we have bipolar disorder in the family, so... no risks, at least, but I don't think I'm bipolar.

Although from today, I could see how someone would think that! I went into work pretty happy, but very quickly I found that I'm doomed to work the opening night of Harry Potter, even though I'd been told I wouldn't have to (since I've already paid — admittedly not much, but still — to get friends in) and I got angry. Not very angry, but, you know, angry. About an hour later I felt like I could barely stand and like I might burst into tears at any moment. I worked for a while, but I had to ask to go home, even though it meant taking a taxi.

Uuugh.

I've been having some odd and interesting dreams, but I'll post about those later.