WHAT THE FUCK.
Mar. 22nd, 2012 03:59 pmJESUS CHRIST BRAIN STOP IT I JUST WANT TO GET SOME WORK DONE WITHOUT CURLING UP IN THE CORNER UNDER THE CRUSHING WEIGHT OF MY OWN INADEQUACY. This isn't even funny anymore.
(Today, in the ongoing saga of "![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets goes off her meds": hark, is that a manic-depressive swing? Don't worry, the fact that I'm breaking a long period of radio silence with a barrage of mental-health posts does not mean I'm about to jump off any bridges, just that my head is a much louder place without chemical intervention and I am thus more inclined to liveblog the ins and outs of this fascinating experience. Or, less charitably, to whine about the more colorful parts of the de-zombiefication process.)
(Today, in the ongoing saga of "
tenlittlebullets goes off her meds": hark, is that a manic-depressive swing? Don't worry, the fact that I'm breaking a long period of radio silence with a barrage of mental-health posts does not mean I'm about to jump off any bridges, just that my head is a much louder place without chemical intervention and I am thus more inclined to liveblog the ins and outs of this fascinating experience. Or, less charitably, to whine about the more colorful parts of the de-zombiefication process.)
