I do this every damn time. Instead of refilling my meds in advance, I let it run dry and go bare for a few days before I finally go out again and finally pick some more up as I'm stressed, agitated, and a little depressed. Its all the more frustrating that this pill starvation affects me so much. Its in my genes I guess, my brother is having trouble with it too.
Last night I had a dream where it just felt like complete misery, nothing really happened in it. It was like every ounce of joy was sucked dry from me and I woke up completely drained and feeling like someone I knew died. I've talked with Megan about all this and I learned today it stresses her the fuck out. Ah well, this is just a rant post, I used to be in a much worse state than this. I always think back to how much shit I went through to get back to where I am now and its a little easier to cope.