The Minutiae of Life as a Militant Squirrel

So. Effexor. Quite the stimulant.

I feel vaguely rabid.

Even though I have the worst cold, I am completely wired up and am unable to sleep.

This is strange.

Also, kind of interesting.

And, I'm incredibly horny.

If you define horny as . . . like, stuck-in-a-porn-loop, unable-to-think-about-anything-else, muses-are-back-and-all-they-wanna-do-is-fuck-in-front-of-me.

So, I'm at work, even though I feel like a truck ran over me, because since I'm not sleeping, I might as well go to work and get paid to be miserable, instead of just staying home and sulking about it.

I think I may call the doc on Monday and make sure this is all okay. According to the official website, ( side effects can consist of: )

Don't all these potential side effects have some kind of cancellation effect? I mean . . . sleepiness versus insomnia. That should balance out, shouldn't it?

I know, I know. There is no sense to all this. It affects some people in some ways, and other people in other ways. Just like Benadryl puts me to sleep, but wires one of my friends.

I wonder if I can take Sudafed when I'm already on Effexor? I should call the pharmacist about that before I do it. Medicine combos make me nervous. But it would be nice to be able to breathe through my nose for a change.

And I interrupt myself for a moment to repeat this conversation that just took place with a patron at the circulation desk:

"You want a twenty-dollar copy card or a five-dollar copy card?"

"Ten dollars."

"We don't have ten-dollar cards. Twenty or five?"

"Just ten."

"No. Twenty or five?"

"Can I get ten?"

"NO!!!!!! Twenty or five!!!!"

"I guess I'll just take a ten-dollar card, then."

*Mel runs off screaming into the depths of the library*

Sigh. Does this remind anyone else of the "coffee-and-a-sweet-roll" skit from . . . I think it was The Electric Company?

Now I want a sweet roll. And some more orange juice, I think.

"Joan of Arcadia" is a really cool show. I hope it sticks around for a while . . . although I'm not too positive about that, seeing that it's in the Friday Night Time Slot of Death.

Still, it manages to be serious without over-dramatizing everything, and tucks in a lot of humor that I appreciate. I'm not too keen on Mary Steenburgen as the mother, but she's growing on me.

Sooooo . . . I'm slowly seeing improvement in the whole DVT-recovery thing.

Very slowly.

Much too slowly for my taste.

But, you know, any improvement is better than none.

My outlook is better, probably thanks in part to the Lexapro -- although that's a real chicken-and-egg conundrum. You know -- is the antidepressant lifting my mood and thus encouraging my recovery . . . or is the improvement in my physical condition triggering the psychological boost?

I was surprised to see effects so quickly ( within less than two weeks ), but my doctor says that's why she prescribed it for me . . . it's supposed to be more fast-acting than many other antidepressants.

Hmm. It will be interesting to see if this stuff helps get me through my seasonal depression this year.

In other news, I'm back to poking at Medieval CLex. I think it's hopeless to actually submit it for the Historical Challenge, but I'd like to finish it just for my own satisfaction. cjandre has been graciously ripping apart the story for me, with a number of very helpful suggestions for further work.

I really should have paid closer attention to the mechanics of plot advancement in creative writing class. I've been so caught up in the aesthetics of writing in something approximating Middle English . . . I've lost focus. Plot points are running amok, scenes are sprouting randomly . . . you get the idea.

This has turned into The Story That Ate My Brain.

( It's Friday. Can I talk about Angel now? )

So, yeah. Anyway. Back to poking at Medieval CLex. :: waves :: And perhaps, to indulge in a dish of Edy's Pumpkin Pie ice cream.

Yum.