I feel out of sorts. I dunno why but I do. The house is clean and usually I like to celebrate that by doing something. I just want to go back to bed but I'm not. We had over 8 hours sleep last night. There's no reason for me to feel tired.
Over the last couple of weeks I thought I'd wean myself off Paxil. Ha fucking ha. Not a good idea. After I got so mad at work a few times that I got an eye twitch and then started to cry watching some kind of lame ass commercial last night I decided to continue eating my little pills. Xanax and Paxil. Two great tastes that taste great together! What I hate about being on this medication is that I can't eat my diet pills. Drug interaction and all that. That may be one reason my house had disintegrated into a total pig sty. The day I cleaned it I ate a diet pill. (Okay, e, I know I said I'd throw them all away. I just couldn't.) Zoom zoom. Clean house but my mental state wasn't the best.
Maybe this is some sort of PMS induced funk. I hope so.
Eh, eff it. I'm taking Tiny dog to bed. Maybe when I get up I will have found my good cheer.