"By the next time you see me I won't be addicted to effexor anymore," I said.
"By the next time I see you you'll be feeling better," she said.
Today I took my very first welbutrin. I hope it means a new era of feeling better with a lot less self-hatred an depression mixed in. I hope this stupid cloud that has been following me around will be lifted. At least for a bit. At least a little. At least long enough to take care of myself a little better.
Effexor's withdrawal's a fire-breathing bitch though, and I know that much. I'm dizzy already and expecting a rough week of withdrawal.
As hotshot district attorney Harvey Dent once said, night is always darkest before dawn.
What a lovely, lovely weekend. Elizagirl is one fucking hell of a cook. I mean goddamn. Quische and lasagna and the rest of it.
I'm on a ferry on my way back to Port Angeles, from which I'll have something like a three hour trip home.
It'll be full of good music and no traffic and hopefully no police at all.
Thanks, Beth, for having me over and watching three whole movies with me. Thanks for the food and the fun and the patience.
I'm currently reading a book called Portnoy's Complaint while listening to the Avett Brothers. I can hear kids screaming their heads off over my music. Damn kids.
Anyway, tomorrow it'll be back to the (dizzy, for a while)daily grind.
"By the next time I see you you'll be feeling better," she said.
Today I took my very first welbutrin. I hope it means a new era of feeling better with a lot less self-hatred an depression mixed in. I hope this stupid cloud that has been following me around will be lifted. At least for a bit. At least a little. At least long enough to take care of myself a little better.
Effexor's withdrawal's a fire-breathing bitch though, and I know that much. I'm dizzy already and expecting a rough week of withdrawal.
As hotshot district attorney Harvey Dent once said, night is always darkest before dawn.
What a lovely, lovely weekend. Elizagirl is one fucking hell of a cook. I mean goddamn. Quische and lasagna and the rest of it.
I'm on a ferry on my way back to Port Angeles, from which I'll have something like a three hour trip home.
It'll be full of good music and no traffic and hopefully no police at all.
Thanks, Beth, for having me over and watching three whole movies with me. Thanks for the food and the fun and the patience.
I'm currently reading a book called Portnoy's Complaint while listening to the Avett Brothers. I can hear kids screaming their heads off over my music. Damn kids.
Anyway, tomorrow it'll be back to the (dizzy, for a while)daily grind.
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You're welcome for the food and the fun and the patience and the movies. Thank you for the beautiful rose and the CD and the button and the beer and the rest.
And the fresh start, Gabe.
Yes. By the next time I see you, you'll be feeling better. I have absolute faith in that.
And that's what it's all about, right? Faith.
(also: "quiche".)