January 24, 2013
My very own Dr. Benway upped my meds to a level that has made me alternate between being unable to think and being able to think too much. He's also made me promise to limit myself to a couple of drinks a week and no other "funny stuff" until my brain chemistry stabilizes.
As a result, my creative muse has done flown the coop and I am spinning in and out of elevated/depressed mental states.
Certainly, my body detoxing is not helping me in my current psyche; nor is the winter gloom.
I seem to be staring at my computer screen alot; unable to even do my job...much less any type of writing.
And, this nameless, shapeless, spectre of dread seems to be trailing me.
Yeah, I know... middle class white people's problems. Waah waah waah.
I suppose listening to alot of music from The Melvins isn't the best panacea for my ills, but it seems to be helping a little.
Here, try some on for yersselves.