sick

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


So I started on Lexapro. It's only been a couple of days, so it hasn't really kicked in yet, and I don't think there's enough in my system yet to get through the night. So in the middle of the night, the dose gets low, and it's...unpleasant.

But I've been upbeat, and joking about the possible side effects. Ah, the classics...sexual dysfunction. I wish I could have sex before the equipment stops working completely. Oh well, at least I won't have to worry about going off too early.

And my personal favorite: Yeah, so I can't get off, but at least I'm not depressed about it.