For long stretches, Dottie sits in the middle of the kitchen floor staring at the cabinets and cries. My neighbors probably think we're torturing her. Whenever I walk into the kitchen, she runs over there to appeal to me to move the litter bucket blocking her way. She's being a pain in the ***, but I still feel really bad.

At about 1 yesterday, I was still waiting for the maintenance man and asked my pleasantly confused neighbor to borrow her key so I could try it in the lock, but there was nolock in the door…
I waited another hour, but could wait no more, and I had to lay down. My husband came home about 20 minutes later and I left the matter in his hands. I woke up to find maintenance had never paid us the promised visit. I was mad as hell about that, but when I went to check the door, my key finally worked in the new lock they installed. Somehow, somebody finally realized they had their heads up their ***es.
I checked up on the washer and found out it was fixed. A woman in the laundry room told me she had called about it and the issues with the lock repeatedly. So, why were we told nobody else had complained, and it had to be an issue with our keys?

I'm glad it's fixed. But I'm going to visit the office Monday to talk to the office manager about the miscommunication problems. Clearly, the issue could have been addressed properly sooner.

Last night, my husband was in bed shortly after 8, but I couldn't fall asleep, and was up past 1am. That's rare for me. I still woke up at 6am this morning. I usually get 7 hours a night, so I lost a few.

That, combined with the irritability and chattiness, means I may be headed towards hypomania. I've only been on 300mg of lithium since Monday, but it doesn't take much, or very long, for me to turn. I will be watching this carefully… please cross your fingers for me that this is nothing to worry about.