"Left Me All Alone; Nemo's Going Home..."
Apr. 7th, 2006 09:29 pmYep. I'm back on Ativan, and my fluoxetine has been increased to 50 mg. All this really means, I suppose, is that I will have to go back to going to bed early, because it kicks in fairly quickly and leaves me fallingoversleepy. I, however, am determined not to care. Am, however, having a little more trouble with thinking too much, and spending too much time criticising my body, and-- >_> Nyeh.
Why is my head like this? Why do I have to keep away from mirrors or risk ruining the entire day? I would very much like not to care.
At any rate...! Library to-day. I checked in over a hundred books in the first hour, spent two hours shelving, and then spend the last half-hour running the desk and shelving new check-ins, as well as fighting uselessly against the children in the children's book section, who were pulling out books and leaving them all over the floor. And when I said 'fighting' I mean 'picking up after them'. Ah, well. ^___^ I love the library. I love being busy. It makes me so happy.
The Hamlet in my head wrote to Ros and Guil to-day. The Demon in my head will gladly write to anybody's Demons and Angels if he is asked to. We presume it would be the typists doing the asking, unless, say, Gabriel really wanted a letter from a bizarre little Demon.
To-morrow Mum and Waen and Daddy are going riding, and I am going tagging along in shoes (the way we did on the capon day last November!), and that, I expect, will be rather marvellous.
I have so many books to finish.
Really, it's been a very good day.
Why is my head like this? Why do I have to keep away from mirrors or risk ruining the entire day? I would very much like not to care.
At any rate...! Library to-day. I checked in over a hundred books in the first hour, spent two hours shelving, and then spend the last half-hour running the desk and shelving new check-ins, as well as fighting uselessly against the children in the children's book section, who were pulling out books and leaving them all over the floor. And when I said 'fighting' I mean 'picking up after them'. Ah, well. ^___^ I love the library. I love being busy. It makes me so happy.
The Hamlet in my head wrote to Ros and Guil to-day. The Demon in my head will gladly write to anybody's Demons and Angels if he is asked to. We presume it would be the typists doing the asking, unless, say, Gabriel really wanted a letter from a bizarre little Demon.
To-morrow Mum and Waen and Daddy are going riding, and I am going tagging along in shoes (the way we did on the capon day last November!), and that, I expect, will be rather marvellous.
I have so many books to finish.
Really, it's been a very good day.