End of the week
September 04, 2009 / 11:03 p.m.
I haven't taken those pills, those SSRI's, in a year or more now, and still every day I feel lost. Don't know what to do. They just absolutely killed my ability to cogently piece things together in my mind and to think straight.
Milk thistle works, I've heard, or things that strengthen the liver to detox out your body... get the shit OUT.
It feels like a victim status.
An old friend from Middle/High school found me on facebook, and we've been very tenetively writing each other (How are you? Do you remember me? Why do you live in Kalamath Falls?)...
And then he says this:
"The new year for the blazers is just around the corner. I have not gone to a game in a couple of years. If you are still in the area I could drive my truck up or jag depending on the weather and we can get a game."
Ha! THat's pretty douchey. Yeah, you gotta Jag AND truck, dude. SOOOO AWESOME!!!!
I'm just being an asshole, actually. I'm sure he's still a decent person...
I'm just taking the night off from doing anything. Friday night loser.
Listening to My Morning Jacket.
Some dude posted a Macbook Air for $700 on craiglist, and it seems pretty legit, unlike the guy who offered to come to office in desperation to sell it to him after I wrote him this morning, and after the woman who posted an ad saying she had a 'Mint-condition' one... only to show up at her house and observe a thin crust of dirt on its surface, and to hear that she had just had the keyboard replaced at the mac store because of the level of filth that was on it.
Umm, that's not 'Mint' people. Here's a dictionary.
Maybe he'll write me back in the next few minutes before I go to bed, this guy that has this computer posted. I need one to write with so bad.