i just wrote an incredibly long e-mail to one mr. nick kukla. it didn't cure my insomnia. perhaps i am just nocturnally-designed, no?
i hate anti-depressants. SSRI's, MAOI's, tricyclates, prozac, zoloft, welbutrin, paxil, dopamine, norepinephrine, seratonin, teenage angst, saucy disposition: go to hell in an ergonomically-designed, easily-digested, brightly-colored capsule. i'd rather be 15 again -- at least i felt something, something, something.
i did, right? i can't even remember. my hippocampus is like a phantom limb at this point. i don't know what's memory and what's some fabrication of an overactive imagination. something i read in a book, perhaps?
in other, less horrifying news: i've managed to listen to almost the entire democratic national convention on npr, complete with worthless commentary. i was there, baby: boston '04. i enjoyed barack obama's speech. and teresa heinz-kerry wasn't too bad either. but my heart belongs to:
"The Reverend" Al Sharpton
Damn, is he fine too?
-joanna