Thursday, August 28, 2003


I'm not reacting well to my new medication.

I feel fuzzy and tired and it's not even midday yet.

At my breakfast meeting earlier, I just wanted to claw at my eyes.

I loathe this sense of non-well-being.

It's hard to think, difficult to focus on tasks, and travel is a bitch.

The paranoid part of me now thinks that maybe I have more than one or two illnesses, things beyond my current knowledge.

But that's just thinking aloud.


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