pudding

you know what fluvoxamine does? it makes me sick. and i can't keep myself from laughing while kiko chases the bottle across my bathroom floor. i have managed to avoid vomiting so far but i have to work in the morning and hope not to repeat the nausea dance tomorrow because im pretty sure that the smell of a public restroom would make me yak more readily than my own freshly cleaned toilet. i think that is half the problem, its not simply that you feel like you are going to toss your cookies its the fact that when you feel bad you hang around the porcelain alter and the toilet smell overtakes you making you lose your lunch. it may be a little early for the last couple sentences. so im sick and have a headache but i cant call into work tomorrow because i called in sick on sunday. the racing thoughts are almost gone but i did find myself standing at the screen door in my pajamas making dinosaur noises at nothing in particular. i dont think that it makes much sense to put a manic person on just an antidepressant without any sort of mood stabilizer to take the edge off but im not a shrink. oh well... im a science experiment! i fucking cant wait to go back to work, so sick of wandering around the house with nothing to do.