Someone left the cake out in the rain
I just realized that I haven't posted in two weeks. More than two weeks. Wow. And it seems that the reason for that is that the day or two after my last post I got my zoloft refilled with the brand new generic. Cheaper, yay! But by day two, I wasn't feeling very yay. I was, on the contrary, feeling like it wasn't really working. But I gave it two solid weeks before I determined most assuredly that no, it wasn't working at all. I'm 5 days into the real deal again and the last two weeks seem like a fog. I think all of my energy went into getting to class and trying to pretend I wasn't feeling the old familiar looming abyss. Sometimes I really hate being chemically dependent for something as ethereal as happiness. But it is what it is.
Classes are going well. I got my first batch of papers in from both classes today, so I am looking forward to reading those. I love my lit pedagogy class, and the prof is awesome. The theory class isn't EVERYTHING I hoped and dreamed it would be. But it's fun nonetheless. today was my first day walking to and from class in solid rain. it was lovely. I looked like a drowned rat by the time I got back to my car. Alas.
Sleepy. It may very well be nap time. I will try to post more, and I will certainly return to keeping up with my flist.
And I'll never have that recipe again.
Classes are going well. I got my first batch of papers in from both classes today, so I am looking forward to reading those. I love my lit pedagogy class, and the prof is awesome. The theory class isn't EVERYTHING I hoped and dreamed it would be. But it's fun nonetheless. today was my first day walking to and from class in solid rain. it was lovely. I looked like a drowned rat by the time I got back to my car. Alas.
Sleepy. It may very well be nap time. I will try to post more, and I will certainly return to keeping up with my flist.
And I'll never have that recipe again.