And I'm a sympathy-pain type person. My day was made less good. I don't know if it was even all that great at all. Classes were alright. French is never a bad time...it's too easy. But I do have the first draft of a composition due Friday. Should be simple.
Media is interesting, but these Monday night classes from 7 to 10:30 are going to get really old, really fast.
Tomorrow is another hellish day of two big classes right away in the morning. At noon I'll have to go back to health center to pick up my prescription. Then I get 4 hours before my double acting and choir bundle that will let me out at 8:30.
BOOO. Classes interfere with social life.
I have just caught up on email correspondences. This is obviously more important than homework.
I've started to forget to take my antidepressants. I think I went 3 or 4 days without them. Mama was paranoid for some reason and said I shouldn't leave them out on my desk. Perhaps she's just embarrassed for me (I wouldn't be surprised) but with them in my drawer, I forget about them. So now I'm trying to remember them more. I was fine at first, but then all the badness starts to drift back in. For the first time in a while, I was feeling good. And now I'm paranoid not to take them. Because I feel like I need them to maintain a good composure. I suppose 20 mgs a day of whatever-the-fuck will do that to you.
As a side note, I hate depression. HATE.
Cause all that matter's Mary Jane is your freedom...