Rooted for Brazil. They lost. Rooted for Argentina. They lost. Irrational part of me draws conclusion that in rooting for me to get job I "auditioned" for on Friday I will also lose. However, spouse pointed out that it is not really a losing situation. I have a job I love now. If I am not chosen in interview, I will still have job I love. So I should just not worry. Slice open finger with bread knife so typing is less fun. Accidentally did not increase my venlafaxine when I decreased the sertraline. Missed only 2 days of that. Back almost on schedule. Still no bupropion. Honest I will get on that. Tired and dizzy/hot/sick in the afternoons. Nerves? Medication change? Nothing? Who knows. Won'y type much now. Index finger of left hand still kinda bleeding. Crap. Dripped on keys. Right. Grateful: band aids Daily Convexions: meds (most of them, anyway) a little outside. gonna go rest Comments are closed.
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