Pop Wellbutrin, check. I really don't have time to dick around; I have a psychiatrist appointment this morning and have to leave in half an hour. What's really nice is I don't have to worry about walking the dawgs, something I was never very good at figuring in. Unfortunately, I have to gas up the car.
I left the ice cream out last night.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:22 AM
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Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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