The Bipolar Otaku

I'm starting to put up my Christmas lights outside my house. Although I've seriously cut back my first set of plas, which involved nearly 6000 lights, to something much smaller (maybe 2000), I'm still debating whether or not it will be worth getting lights up on the second floor eaves. My ladder is too short to reach up there, so the only way to make it is to crawl my way up the 40 degree slopes of my roof. The funny thing is, if I were either really manic or really depressed, the answer would be simple: do it. If I were manic, my reasoning would be that it's something I must must do, and I'll be able to do it easily. If I were depressed, my reasoning would be that there's a good chance I'd fall and maybe (just maybe) I'd end up cracking my skull. But instead I find myself in a middle ground where I know I have limitations and I know that I'd rather live. So maybe I won't do the roof...