Two things, incommensurate
This week, my trivia team, Vaginese Army: The Cummunist Revolution, did not win a single round. So sad. Last week, though, our trivia team Doctor Cocktopus and the Vaginal Poundcake took first place. On our answer sheet, the resident lesbian drew a picture of a penis in a lab coat with tentacles sticking out from under it. It said "I didn't spend three years in medi-cock school to be called 'Mister'".
I love my trivia team.
Last week, I began taking a new psychoactive pill, and felt an immediate and marked change in my brain. My family, I discovered, has a history of TIAs, and this new pill has two substances which do good things related thereto. See, I feel good for a certain stretch of time, and then *wham*, out of the blue, and I am sent directly to jail without passing Go. While I'm there, I really only have the wherewithal to play computer games and I can't really focus on work or self-improvement. After a few months, I come out of it, things get better, until *wham*. Again.
Right now I'm out of jail. I am doing such good things. And I hope hope hope like mad that I don't get knocked flat again by whatever it is.