Yesterday's Infamous Tweet ~~condensed

Yesterday, as I drove out to my mother's house, I started thinking about all the things I've been going through and what can actually be done to fix this "bloody mess" of a life. Now, I think I was coming off/down from my therapy session from the previous Thursday, so I will say that I may have been a little pumped, from all that REFLECTING jazz. By the time I made it to mom's I felt sure I had come to a resolution, and I would announce it to the world. I sat down and took mother back down memory lane, to my "songwriting" days. I'd written a song for the one and only Prince, and was determined to get those lyrics into his wizard-like hands. Now, mind you mother was very encouraging, in fact she was my proof-reader/critic/inspiration. Needless to say his "people" said that he couldn't use them. So yesterday I decided that my Bipolar-ism was caused by this traumatic event, so I announced it on Twitter against my mother's advice. Now she is concerned that I will be sued by  HIM. I told her, "What is he gonna sue for?" What can he get, I've lost my home, no job and no money?" Remember, you can't get blood from a turnip, Mother! She said "No baby you can't, but you've got one hell of a high heeled shoe collection... in storage!"