Calming?

The manic phase seems to be calming to just another ripple in the pond. That said, morning's end is likely to find me in jail for squirting ice water at security lights or something equally absurd and pointless. Thinking I have the upper hand on my bi-polar cycles too often means it is circling and looking for it's moment to strike.
Again I wish I had a life. A focused goal which would have the hours of this day already filled with decisive activity. I have plenty I can do to while away the hours, but the isolation is numbing. The echoes inside my isolation chamber mock my hobbies and pass-times.
Again I take note of the vacant community service slot...