I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

I seem to have learned (the hard way) a very interesting fact about antidepressants. Apparently, when you're a big moron and forget to bring your prescriptions when you go out of town, thus making you unable to take your medication for 2 days, the result is a complete emotional and mental breakdown. That's cool, right? (No, it is not.)

Well hey, brain. You sure act up real fast when your seratonin reuptake is no longer being inhibited... That or I am actually completely insane. But I kinda think it's the former.

I love how "seratonin" and "reuptake" are apparently not recognized in blogland as real words?

I want to hide right now. Or, I want to run back to Hampshire so I can take some drugs and curl up in my bed and maybe wake up slightly sane again. Also want this goddamn paper to write it's fucking self, because I'm certainly not getting it done at this rate.

I want a do-over of this weekend, please. Or maybe this whole week.

Except Flora's awesome and I love her tons, of course!

You will see my face as I figure how to kill what I cannot catch

Oh, Fiona Apple. I so thoroughly appreciate and revel in your anger and bitterness. Thank you.

I just got an email from Henry. Because dumping me once wasn't enough, he had to reiterate it in print. You know what? Fuck you. I have finals to worry about, doucheface.

Well fuck you, too

Henry dumped me. So there's that.

Dear Hampshire College,

Please invest in less squeaky beds/thicker walls. I'd like to get some sleep.

Regards,
Knows Too Much About Her Modmates' Sex Lives


Dear Guy With Whom I Drunkenly Hooked Up That One Time,

Stop facebooking me. It's not gonna happen. Give up.

Tepidly,
Neither Available nor Interested