On a bad hair day no amount of petting the fur will do…or saying “have a good day” and mutter under your breath “I hope you get fleas and cooties too.” Sheesh being bipolar is a heavy duty load of kitty litter and about a week’s worth of “woe is me” in thirty seconds of STFU and look out world my prescriptions have expired and I ain’t in no mood to say “have a good day.” Even if the Wicked Witch of the North is flatter than a pancake and the good Witch has you know waved her magic wand to make it all go away…it ain’t gonna happen…so “You bipolar…north or south!!!!!” might be funny…in the mean time…”I like your attitude…we’re both crazy!!!!”…something like that in a crazy world of crazies being crazy…there is something in the water and air today…best motto…”be nice play nice.” You bipolar…north or south!!!!!” And let some people slide if they don’t smile and say the magic words “have a nice day”…catitude attitude latitude longitude north and south…sometimes it is more than just a bad hair day. Just some Zen of KarmaCat to tickle your pickle or muss up your little petite fur…meow meow.