Can't stop posting. Manic phase. New meds on Tuesday.

Remember when you were a kid and the community pool would host "adult swim"? And the lifeguard would officiously blow his whistle and all the kids would have to scramble out of the pool? And then the adults, clad in their frumpy L.L. Bean SlimSuits and sagging Chicago Blackhawks trunks would rise, groaning, from their towels and chaises and slowly migrate into the pool like parched hippopatami? And once the adults got into the pool and immersed their huge, sun-scorched bodies in the chlorinated water, they didn't actually do anything? Sure, a couple of them would swim laps, but very slowly, as if they craved the monotony of lap swimming without the cardiovascular benefits? And most of them just bobbed there, staring vacously into the late afternoon sun? And all the displaced children watched enviously from the fringe, dripping wet, neglected, wondering why Adult Swim existed in the first place when the adults clearly didn't deserve the pool and didn't enjoy it and none of them even bothered to attempt a can-opener off the high dive? And it seemed like having a swimming session for adults exclusively seemed as counterproductive and pointless as having a cheese-tasting party for children? Because adults don't appreciate pools and kids don't appreciate fine cheeses, and nobody enjoys themself?

Yeah. I remember that.

They should have "Child Swim," where all the adults have to haul their office-flattened asses out of the pool and their brown, shrieking progeny can enjoy the piss-tainted waters in peace.