I'm on medication to control my depression, as the majority of it is chemical. Well, I've been hounding my doctors for a refill, which I take to a separate pharmacy, for several weeks, and they didn't get it taken care of until last week, but the bottom line was, I had to order it through the mail, which takes some time, I ran out of meds, and now I'm absolutely a-shambles.

But you know... A lot of it can be mental if you want it to be, I'm sure. (I know this isn't true, I'm saying it because if I think I have some kind of authority over what I feel like, maybe I can will myself better... like a diabetic might will themselves to produce insulin, no?)

But anyway, I'm attempting to distract myself from my state of mind, and my GOD, am I a pill without pills.

On the plus side, I did vacuum the house.

But don't anybody worry, my possums, nothing dangerous, just... irritating pain in the ass-ness. And I'm due to get my meds soon, at least, so I can't complain too much.

I will be calling and bum chewing on Monday, as this should NEVER have happened, I called AT LEAST two weeks before I ran out... How hard is it to write a prescription, really? Am I grossly underestimating? Overestimating? I'm not sure which, sorry, I'm kinda not with it right now.

God love you, I do.

Mandi