| medicine blog |
[Feb. 15th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
This is probably a medicine blog now, I have nowhere else to vent. Self medication techniques....illegals are right out for they turn my brain into tripping, stumbling bramble shambles. Instead we have, in addition to doctor's orders:
st. John's Wort.
Melatonin.
Some xtra b-vitamins.
Zinc lozenges for they taste so yummy dissolving into orangey goo on your tongue, and echinacea.
We're going with less coffee and lots of kale, too, for some oomph and power shits.
Everything is a symptom now and not a part of my personality - my brain is on, or it is off. I'm never depressed, just sluggish with symptoms. Today is an off day. We have money and relationship issues here.
The roomie is currently packing her stuff to move out after a bitter fight. The rent and the bills are in our my hands. I like how, since she unplugged the wireless router, I'm typing this on the big screen tv in the living room, where anyone could potentially see.
Very sluggish after only .5 mg klonopin and 50 mg seroquel.
There needs to be some action taken and I need to be on my game, brain. Tea and pills for you.
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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I'm a bit seroqueled (100 mg, less than my usual dose - doh!) and a little less-so klonopined (.05 mg) which means essentially I am braindead, but at least not crazy. Though why this is better, i'm not quite sure.
The day is beautiful and warm, but i'm not really *getting* it, just sensing a lot of static on my skin, though maybe Indian Jewelry's reverb is addling my brain a bit more than I'd like to admit (my brain does so love a distorted soup of sonic goodness in the morning mid-afternoon).
I've been trying to reconnect through this ol' internets with the fine cyber folk out yonder, but I'm overwhelmed by all these Twitters and Blogs and Facebook Status-es.
I really would just like to go outside but I'm not braving the hood or, more importantly, the inevitable balmy slush.
i'll get to this journaling, storywriting thing, promise.
more coffee. now.
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[Apr. 20th, 2007|08:43 pm] |
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I just feel like collapsing... |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|09:42 pm] |
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Ah, the ubiquitous Katana...a weapon of awesome power, strength...agility...and fuck-you-up-good ness. |
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| Footy... |
[Jul. 15th, 2004|01:45 am] |
Footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy...
England England!
Footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy footy...
Goal! Goal! Oh, it's a goal! |
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| Sword |
[Jul. 8th, 2004|06:29 pm] |
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I bought a katana. |
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| In the event of emergency... |
[Jul. 8th, 2004|02:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Puffy AmiYumi - Su-i Su-i | ] |
...please keep your chairs in their upright position!
What am I doing up so late? I have a job consultation tomorrow! I have to be up bright and early, and here I am musing on the nature of life and all it's mysteries? Pshaw.
Life! The Universe! Everything...in the palm of my hand, being crushed in my vicelike grip of DOOM! DESTRUCTION! TERROR!
I'd rather be golfing. No, wait, I wouldn't. I'd rather be fly fishing. There we go. |
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| The First Lady in Second Place |
[Jul. 7th, 2004|11:49 pm] |
I'm a big finisher, begining what I start and ending what I finish.
Wait...scratch that...rewind.
I never finish anything. Screwy me! Hahaha. |
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| Journal for Communities |
[Jun. 28th, 2004|10:59 pm] |
This is a journal existing solely to procure my acceptance into various communities. All sorts of communites. Oh, sexy communities. I'm jerking off to you now...and...I'm a girl. My resume (pending acceptance to said communities): O Deified Guildleader: I am a caring and wonderful individual and will make a perfect addition to your community. When appropriate, I will be a mean and angry bitch. When necessary, I will also: eat chicken, shit on command, and scratch your back for you. Quite simply, I am perfect for you. Accept me. </ commanding, condescending tone >
My true blog is elsewhere, anonymous, living its life out in peace and quiet, at the disposal of a select few. And you are not one of those few.
As you can see, there is nothing to see. Move along. |
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| First Entry, Ne? |
[May. 15th, 2004|01:23 am] |
Ichiban! Ichiban! Ichiban!
Just another day in the Big Blue World. |
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