Dangerous Business That

Ever see a bi-polar woman get bored?
It's ugly.
The backstory: As I have decided that my doctor is, in fact, stupid for telling me "the pill" would fix my female woes, I have determined I will follow my own advice and stop taking them... Before they kill me, or they become a defense exhibit when I kill someone else. The pills not only didn't fix, they did worse...They unfixed, they anti-helped, in my case, the pill was the un-cure.
I told my doc at the time that it was a bad idea, and I was not interested in being put back on the pill. Told her I had been there, done that, and she put me on them anyway. The problems I went in for in the first place- got worse. Much worse.
The doctor I saw offered me the empty consolation that if things hadn't improved within 4 months, I should come back. I tried to make the calls- the "nice" lady (aka stupid bitchy lady) who answered the phone made no mistake about the fact that she doesn't know jackshit about her computer system. She was unable to find said notes from said doctor, and recommended I start the referral process over. Bitch.... I digress.
The Bipolar me: I have mentioned that I am bi-polar. That is a mixed emotional state that swings from mania to depression. Some people get euphoric and go shopping, some get crazy happy... When I go on my manic thing- I rage. The meds I take help me to keep it level, so I don't freak at the top, nor sink too low at the bottom. They make me normal... ish. With out it- I can feel it coming on- the rage- imagine being trapped in a car with the accelerator pedal stuck to the floor, and no brakes. That's what it feels like. You are losing control, and you can't do much about it.
The Combo Punch: I stopped taking "the pill" 3 weeks ago. I did not stop taking the ever so nice Lamictal. I had done some research and found out that tricyclic hormones do like to screw with this anti-depressant med in some way. So I was expecting somewhat of a balancing act between normal and not so normal as I stopped taking the BC pills. A little bit... a small adjustment...
This is something I was ill-prepared for. The mood swings have been awful... Cycling at least daily. I am loving those fabulous moments when I feel myself ramping up, ready to kick the ever living shit out of the poor clerk who made the mistake of saying "I don't know" to me in the store. I walk around, and at any moment, I just want to beat someone to a bloody pulp on a general purpose justification. I see it all in my head "But why?!" they say to me, and I retort "Because you're ugly, and you drive like an asshole.".
The Effect: Like now. I usually can fight this swinging mood thing off during the day. I have to find something else to do besides think... Nights are more difficult. I am sure the downstairs neighbors would scarce appreciate my scrubbing floors with a noisy machine, or rearranging the bedroom closets with nice loud bangs on their roof. The kids are fast asleep too, and they tend to get grumpy if woken up by a screaming vacuum cleaner in the hallway at midnight.
So I sit here, totally irritated that I have to listen to my husband chew on chips, or look at my cat licking his bunghole, or watch the other cat play with a straw as if it is the best damn thing in the universe. There is nothing on that I want to watch, and if there was, I wouldn't have much luck getting the TV away from the spousal unit.
It's the boredom. It makes me a little bit nuts- and I am trying not to let it send me into a full blown freak out that Kevin would be the inevitable target of.
So readers, how do you cure your boredom when it comes to call? It's too late to go out, it's too late to start any major house projects, and I am in no way ready to go to bed.