I parted my hair on the other side today. No one noticed and I started to think that maybe I always did it that way and that I woke up backwards this morning.
Whatchu thinkin'bout, huh?
Found some Tylenol 3 last night. Spent the night surprisingly fuzzy and good-natured. Woke up this morning to a week's worth of indifference crammed into an hour. You could have sworn I was on Wellbutrin again.
I've been reading entries for an hour now, trying to gauge whether or not my anti-depressants actually worked. I never really thought about it until now.
From here on in.
I'm not as knowing as I could be.