I just HATE the fact that I am taking prozac. I really do. It is the absolutely last thing I do before I leave my room in the morning. So that means on the weekend I don’t pop the pill until 11am-12pm. I mean, I’ll get a pill out and just look at it and play with it for minutes before I resign myself and pop the damn thing. The stupid thing is that it isn’t even doing anything to me, granted I still have two weeks before I start feeling better. Maybe I need to up my dosage? The scary thing is that my roommate, Mark, is also taking prozac, but he is taking 4 pills a day. God, am I going to have to take that much? Wouldn’t it have been easier just to loboimize me?
A 50-something pretending to live in California.