There was so much darkness in 2014 me. Looking back at pictures from that time...Facebook didn't broadcast it. Even now, Facebook doesn't say much that's intimate, really.
A couple of weeks ago K said, "So, go see Rocky Horror if you love it. Don't be in Rocky Horror." Oh, right. Sorry I have to be parented like that. Sigh.
Sometimes you can get a headache when the meninges contract; specifically the dura. There are no nociceptors in your brain. You lucky duck.
Maybe it's not so much that my memory is shit on SSRI's, but more that I can't access information I've learned off SSRI's as well when I'm on them and vice-versa. Oh well. Maybe over Christmas we can mess with the chemistry again.
If I were me and you were you...I wouldn't want me anywhere near you. I'd feel protective-like.
Watched Blue Valentine last night. Found some song lyrics too, written, lain on the couch, then the kitchen table.
S has been making music again - which is good. I'm all about occupations, if you hadn't noticed.
I don't know why Michelle Williams doesn't typically make movies where she has a good time of it.
I don't know why I have such trouble feeling good about my own occupations. I have such trouble with them.
We went to the fair yesterday, just me and L. It went better than expected! We ran into D from my cohort. It feels like life is a movie. I know the brain just notices the things it has more access and focus on and for me right now that's school and the buds of seasonal affective disorder.
Better shower then drive for a couple of hours. There's a lecture I think I would have really liked if I hadn't sped through it yesterday in a half-day panic. I'll listen to that while delivering.
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