Yeah, that about sums it up. The beginning? Last week. The end? This week.
Sweet merciful jesus... if you want all the gory details, head over to
the_lucky_nun's journal and read
her post on the whole thing. My additional complaints are that not only did I have to work, I had to do it with a fucked-up back.
Went and mailed off some letters and eBay stuff this evening, and afterwards, stopped by the Jackpot to sort out details on Monday's Replay show with Justin. Chatted with him and
scary_manilow for a while. Found out that there might be a reason why I've been feeling bad lately.
I had originally thought it was just my week slowly going to hell in a handbasket, but it appears that Welbutrin is the drug that made all those people kill themselves a while back. I can understand why - it levels you out, but only one way. See, rather than ups and downs, highs and lows, I have middles and deeps. I never get past "eh" on the happy scale, but I've been heading to the "eat a bullet" on the sad scale pretty easily.
However, my cravings for cigarettes are gone. I suppose that's a positive. And it's really good that Welbutrin hits the liver, 'cause otherwise I'd probably have a drink. I certainly want one. Of course, if I had one, it would cause liver problems, and as it's a depressant, who knows what could happen?