the Two Weeks

is the adjustment period for psychiatric meds, during which you become an emotion-flipping, mood-swinging, stranger-punching asshole, who will quite happily shout "Motherfucker!" at shop attendants when denied a bus pass, get all teary-eyed listening to zen beep music, hide in a corner because it's sure people are looking at it, and freak the fuck out at the slightest provocation (mysterious compiler error, back pain, overdraft.)

not having a lot of fun here. i got all that and a bag of chips, said chips being comprised of the shakes, the nausea, the irritated friends, the nix on sexyfun time and the EPIC IRRATIONAL RAGE.

still, i can't stop taking the meds. i need the fuckers. i hate adjustment.


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[pls no ask about the vodka. debate is always welcome. remember, Tramadol fucks you up]