The Switch(?)

Just for the record, what I was thinking when I decided to try to switch from lithum to Lamictal:

• I need more stability in mood without brain zombification.
• I want, no, need to lose a substantial amount of weight.
• I’m attached to my liver, and would like to keep it (a little paranoia on my part).
• I can only hope that I won’t need as much sleep.
• I want to be able to drink a cup of tea without risking spiraling into a black pit of agitated anxiety.
• And, oh, yeah, I nearly forgot, I want my freaking memory back.

Blah Blah Blah

I have a splitting headache, the source of which is, I think, the horribly perfumed Jordan Almonds that I bagged earlier tonight in preparation for my boyfriend’s sister’s wedding. I’m trying to help. I wanted to grout the tiles in the kitchen, but no, almonds it is. Damned gender bias.

Have I mentioned that I hate weddings? Well, I do. I particularly hate attending them, especially when I have to buy an outfit special to the occasion, which I do, because I am officially a beluga whale. I even have to get matching beluga whale shoes.

This beluga whale is no longer gainfully employed. I’ve been working quite a bit, but no one is paying me for it anymore. I hate the world. I hate American capitalism or whatever you want to call this system that treats people like trash and money like God and God like an excuse to be as rude and stupid and brutal as you please.