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Today has been a weird day. Bad weird.
Mom and i argued through emails. It all came down to me not taking my celexa (my prescription ran out a couple weeks ago), which makes me an angry psycho bitch. Sooo..i'm going to the doctors to get my prescription refilled tomorrow. We're all on anti-depressants in this house. Gary hasnt been working for months (sick leave), and wont be working til next year at the earliest. Mom's been on and off for years. And then there's me. I dont like depending on a pill to keep me sane. It really bothers me. It bothers me that im a completely different person when i stop taking them. I've kinda learned to act like the me on pills when im not on pills, but after a while everything goes bad at once.
Tonite im going to start packing for chris'! I figure im going to be home most of the time, other than work, because i HAVE to get my school stuff done before i leave, and meghan lives in bayfield anyways, so i can pack all my clothes. BECAUSE I DID LAUNDRY! Yes i did, you should be proud. Another thing that comes with not taking my pills is absolutely no motivation. Doing laundry seems like a huge chore. That's why my room's been a pigsty, i havent gotten my school work done, and mom got angry at me for not cleaning up after myself. And then all those things stress you out and it gets worse, you cant think about anything else, and it's one big cycle. Blah blah blah.
Tomorrow: Goderich to doctors, library
Thursday: homework, cant miss ER!!
Friday: Humane society, lunch with dad, homework
Saturday: ESSAY
Sunday: work 12-5, ESSAY, BE DONE ALL HOMEWORK or get kicked out of course(s)
Monday: work 12:45-9, finish packing
Tuesday: SLEEP IN, off to sarnia at 4!!!