Posted by cockeyed on September 8, 2005, at 22:16:44
In reply to in space-time, posted by alexandra_k on September 6, 2005, at 2:41:37
Hey, K. I'm tempted to talk the way I talk when I'm out with the boys i.e f* this sh*t.
Why can't one's mind deal with the happy bits
Or is Darwin our most prescient prophet.
I've come out of a most g'd f'n hole because I took a new drug.
My wife told me about friends who'd been in the same sh*t hole as me. So I girded my loins and asked for a new drug.Wellbutrin. He was worried about me getting "too high" B.S. I say start on the hi-side, head for the low side.
I'm tired of all this "by the booK' sh*t.
I've got heart disease, I'm also athletic, so a stress test gives low grade results. My cardiologist now says skip the S.T. just go for the angioram and guess what...they find the crap that'll eventually kill me.
I wonder if my mind wil do that for me. I think that one should demand the max...one can always back off. "f* em if they can't take a joke." they can take one's money. Maybe they should take one's opinion. We are the one who live in our heads, not them.
Well. now that I've described me, I'm gonna watch a football game.
But I'm sick of this low dose crap. My Pdoc worries I'll get hyper. Okay, so I don't think of suicide every damn day. So what. Cockeyed.
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