Celebrated Father's Day a bit unconventionally

By writing the first four pages of what I hope will be a one woman show about mental illness. Fittingly begun on Father's Day because it starts with my dad Arthur's struggles with depression and the impact it had on me. Not the least of which are handing down the genes that cause it. Specifically bipolar disorder in my case. I hope to examine the subject from personal and philosophical and scientific aspects, although incorporating science will require research and right now it's just theoretically a possible area to explore. I found an open mic that gives you ten minutes to perform and when I read it to my aunt it came in at just under 7 so I have leeway to read it more deliberately and add back the sexual content I deleted for my aunt. (She's not a prude but hearing your relatives discuss sex is frequently uncomfortable even if you're not 78!). I've been planning this for months but have been too not exactly depressed but in a state of malaise to work on it till today, after an exchange with a Facebook friend who's also a performer. So I feel good but don't know how I'll get to sleep (the bane of hypomania, if I've reached that state.)