jesus... this would be so much easier if writing these terms down weren't so god damned boring. Or if maybe I didn't feel just crushingly alone doing it while the world moves around me.
It's like... you're supposed to go to college as a kid and by the time you're 35 you HAVE a kid and a car and a house.
I got the kid and then the car and I'm still in college and working on the house. I'm doing all this shit out of order.
I slept all day the other day. I'm not sure why. I'm not sure if it was depression, or if I was just tired, or if it was because I haven't been taking my medication right or what.
Before anyone jumps my ass for that last one, my doctor REFUSED to refill my prescriptions for three weeks. I had to call and be like, Dude. I'm a student and an on-call funeral director. I don't have free time to come into your office, sit in the waiting room for half an hour, then go in the office for less than five whole minutes while you ask "Has anything changed?"
"Do you think we should change prescriptions?"
"Alright, see you in eleven months."
JUST REFILL THE FUCKING PRESCRIPTION. People have shit to do.