Today I went to the doctor so I could get refils on Zoloft. I don't really care to be taking the shit, but my mom says it's been helping. So, I decided to go back to 100mg instead of just 75mg. The shit is cheap and if it's improving me, in whatever ways, why not. I don't know... The doctor was like "you're here just for your depression?" That's not why I started taking zoloft. I went to the doctor to get ADD meds. Instead they stick me with Zoloft. I only agreed to it because it helps with memory loss. I kind of like how I am off the meds. I think I'm funnier that way, meaner, but funnier. Anyway I say "I'm not depressed." Or something. I'm sure I was pretty rude. Said I wanted to go up so I wouldn't have to break pills in half. Lazy.
Mama and I went to eat at a southern buffet. We regretted it. We both got queazy. It tasted okay. I think I o.d.ed on broccoli though.
All in all boring day. I'm starting to like my work days. I guess I like hanging with people. Used to be more of a loner.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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