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Amazing, what a difference half a tablet can make. From falling fast into black, agonizing depression to feeling much more spry in about two hours. I am now feeling much better about the "gorgeous color" comment in a certain LJ. It no longer makes me feel full of self-harming despair.
Thank God for Rita --
GAHHHHHHHHH!!! BATHTUB OVERFLOW! WATER EVERYWHERE! FLOODED HALL CARPET! CARETAKER KNOCKING ON THE DOOR WONDERING WHY THERE'S WATER COMING OUT OF THE CEILING IN THE SUITE BELOW! GAH! GAH! GAHHHHHHHHH!!!
(one hour later...)
The bathtub is drained and full of soaking wet towels. The wall-to-wall carpet in the hallway is a swamp.
Thank God for Ritalin. Without it, I'd probably be a sobbing wreck in the corner. As it is, I'm just mad, wet, and throughly disgruntled.
Thank God for Rita --
GAHHHHHHHHH!!! BATHTUB OVERFLOW! WATER EVERYWHERE! FLOODED HALL CARPET! CARETAKER KNOCKING ON THE DOOR WONDERING WHY THERE'S WATER COMING OUT OF THE CEILING IN THE SUITE BELOW! GAH! GAH! GAHHHHHHHHH!!!
(one hour later...)
The bathtub is drained and full of soaking wet towels. The wall-to-wall carpet in the hallway is a swamp.
Thank God for Ritalin. Without it, I'd probably be a sobbing wreck in the corner. As it is, I'm just mad, wet, and throughly disgruntled.
