New Drugs, again

So, the shrinky-dink doesn't like me being depressed either. For something that makes you feel impotent and worthless, depression is powerful stuff - just mention it around here and people start hoppin'!

Ok, so we'll try a different drug, again, and I'll see what happens, again. White rat in a lab, anyone? It's an inexact science.

But I have been feeling better despite depression. Or maybe in spite of. I chose option 2* on my list of depressed activities: get out of the house. Of course, as soon as I walk in my door, it all floods back, but I can handle that. I immediately escape into fantasy world. You know, imagining I live in Mexico on a quiet beach with a cooler full of wonderful food, a stack of wonderful books, and me never getting sunburned. Got that blank look on my face? I'm in Mexico, you better believe it.

Today's out-of-the-house activity will be the grocery store. Anyone who's taken small kids to the store knows how horrible that can end up, but the prospect is still better than staying home all day. And tonight is GAME NIGHT at my parents', and that has been keeping me going all week!

*Option 1 is binging on junk food and Coke. It usually goes down like this: I say to the first available person - Andy or Liz or Sarah usually - "Here's 10 dollars. Go get me 8 candy bars and a coke!" Then, when they return with a variety of full-sized candy bars and a Route 44 of coke, I commence devouring them. I usually don't even talk until the 3rd candy bar is ingested. I won't share until I've eaten at least 5. Then, we lay around on the bed or couch laughing and talking while we ride the sugar/caffiene high. It's self-medication, sure, but at least it's legal.