Something like an hour and a half sleep last night. I fell asleep about 5:30 a.m., and I awoke at about 7:00 a.m. (times CaST). But I didn't take Seoquel. Yesterday was, I'm quite certain, the most awake I've been in at least a year. It was the first time I hadn't taken Seroquel since I started coming off the Lamictal. Jesus, I've been in a fucking ( Read more... )

Cold. Cold and sunny. Yesterday, I posted to Facebook: Here in Providence it's 14˚F, with a windchill of -6˚F. Fuck. And yeah, I know it's worse in other places. Always is. Because there's always the dickhead who feels the need to say, "Well, compared to where I am, that's WARM!" I refuse to check the current temperature ( Read more... )

There is a buttermilk sky today, hiding the icy blue ( Read more... )

1. Today I am beginning to step down from my current Lamictal dose. I need to stop taking this shit. It's made a mess of my memory. It's hurt my writing.* It's made me clumsy. And I'm not even sure it's still working. So fuck the stuff. I only wish it wasn't going to take me a month or so to get off it. So, today I cut my dose by one quarter, and ( Read more... )

I've notified the members of the Tiptree Award Motherboard that I'll be unable to attend Wiscon at the end of May. My rotten fucking legs and feet just aren't up to hours on a plane (and, for that matter, my temperament isn't up to enduring the TSA ( Read more... )