Stimulant or depressant?
In spite of having a solid idea about the proliferation of charity-based wristbands, which serve as a huge reminder that there has been an explosion in the popularity of wristbands, and trying to express that not all causes are created equal, I have made very little progress. I wanted to sit down and knock something out so that Adam and I could go to the movies and I could work on it more later. Instead, I’ve been sitting here for an hour and a half (actually trying, not web surfing or screwing around) and so far I’ve mostly re-ordered the same list of terms I came up with during the week.
As an added bonus, Kylie has spent the morning telling me to go away, not to talk, or both. There’s that improved closeness I’ve been cherishing.
And now I feel pukish, and my shrink keeps telling me I should take something when I feel like this, so I’m sort of debating between Ritalin and Attivan. Thus far, the Ritalin hasn’t done anything but give me the jitters (which reminds me of a college friend who told me he tried cocaine, but it felt just like a dose of No-Doze—only obviously that was much more deviant and cool than the fucking ADD medication I'm thinking about taking), but apparently most people just LOVE the stuff. And while the Attivan might improve my mood, I don’t need anything slowing me further.
Hard choices.
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