It was a warm, breezy evening as The Mystic sat outside and wrote in the Doghouse Journal. It was something he’d been doing for years. He’d taken a long break while depressed, but was writing in it again because the was manic.

Strange combination being a Mystic and manic depressive at the same time. His powers just augmented the intensity of the highs and the lows, which explained why he struggled so much with the disorder. Manic depressive or bi-polar disorder as the called it now. The new generation of psychiatrists had felt the need to do “original work.” Thus came the use of small soccer goals as a point of common interest.

Tonight his mania would not let him sleep, so he sat in the backyard journaling hoping he would burn himself out. That didn’t seem likely at this moment. So it’s 12:15 AM, time to head back into the house he figures. If writing isn’t going to do it maybe some self entertainment would do the trick. “Good night froggies,” he said as he headed back into the house for the evening.