I missed my Altace and my Cymbalta this weekend. As a result, the cynical, angry, aggressive version of me reared her ugly head. I was behind one of those super cautious annoying drivers who stop on yellow arrows on East Starr. In a red haze, I zoomed past them on the left (wrong side of the road) and turned left onto Mound Street. It felt soo good. I continued muttering obscenities under my breath as I got behind another cautious person going 17mph in a school zone. God, you can go 20, I don't think you're going to kill anyone. I have also had flashes of insight such as, "this horror is the way life really is, the drugs just make everything rosy," as well as, "its a conspiracy, the drugs make me docile and willing to conform to the strictures of corporate America."
I have missed 1 1/2 days of work trying to get my insanity under control. Boss Man's voice alone makes my skin crawl. I am finally calming down a bit. I went to my "therapy" appointment today (even though it isn't until the week after Thanksgiving) and relaxed and read a book for a while.
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rent You, Me, and Everyone We Know.
I think you might enjoy it.
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