I visited my psych-meds guy this morning--not my therapist, but the guy who reviews my prescriptions. I'm upping the Prozac, and am looking forward to see what that does.
Managed not to drink last night--posting my question in LJ, if nothing else, helped keep me in line. In line, no wine. This is good; but it's the weekend and the thirst is pressing at my throat. PMS is wearing off, but I've had two nosebleeds in the past 24 hours--that's a revisitation of an old irritation. :P Partly because of that, I'm not feeling the gym love this afternoon.
This is just a drive-by blah blah blah. I've really got nothing interesting to say, but if I slip on a banana peel on the way home and fall down a flight of steps and break my neck, I'd like to leave the world knowing I've said one last hello to you all...in a way that's more or less incidental to me talking self-absorbedly about me. Er, yes. Hello!
