Wow... I feel like I have nothing to say. That could be fine. I mean nothing is terrible. Things seem fine. That's good, right? I haven't seen my friends for a while (other than my school friends--I'm lucky to have those).
Now I'm trying to write while the daughter is singing a song about Chinese Zodiac. It is surprisingly difficult to focus on what I'm typing in English even though I can't understand the Chinese. Okay, now I'm not even gonna try. Still writing. Have found a nice community of writerly folks. They are supportive and awesome. Which is nice. Daughter wants to be an editor when she grows up. That's cool. Elderboy thinks physics is cool. Youngerboy is all about math right now, but that's becuase he's doing some crazy program at the University. I am not making any predictions about future studies or occupations based on current interests. Not even for Elderboy. I'm just making myself write this so I don't wonder what the heck happened to me in late January. Nothing. I was just fine. I do have to call the pharmacy to see about a possible recall of one of my meds. They called me. Now I need to follow up. Which I have not done. Right. Brain being eaten by Chinese New Year songs. Must go now. Meds: 300mg lamotrigine (possibly contaminated) 10mg fluoxetine Comments are closed.
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