A Large Room

So Betsy the cat was not part of the delivery of people to my door last night. I don't know why. It feels like a reprieve, frankly. I don't know how she'll do in a new place.

The Academy Awards were rather predictable but fun to watch, as usual. I ended up being the only one on the couch for the final awards to the Coen brothers. Everyone else had very sensibly gotten quite bored and wandered off.

I dreamed I was in a very large room filled with people and no one could hear me, even when I yelled. It's from a combination of watching the Awards and thinking about performing next month.

This morning I have to get the kids off to school, and then take a walk, and then it's home for more work on the incomprehensible database textbook (which isn't as bad as you might think) and then to pdoc, to tell him I"m doing better on the kicked-up slightly buspar. And to ask him whether I can come off of some of my drugs.

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['mouse]

"to ask him whether I can come off some of my drugs."

Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh. I know it's human nature. I know you worry about your liver.

But sheesh, you've only not been crawling up the walls with anxiety for what, three or four days now, and already you want to fuck around with the cocktail again?

I know, we don't know and hear all here en-blog (just feels like it), but seriously, why not have a couple weeks without change for a change?

[selena]

Still, I think, that with proper professional guidance, it's worth at least exploring the idea. You sure do take a lot of drugs, and maybe there's some tweaking that can be done, like I said, with the guidance.

[Jo]

Leaving it alone is probably best at this point. It's just because I feel pretty good for once.