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I was having one of my anger days but then I went for a run and all was righted in my world. Free therapy I tell you. FREE. No scratch that, better than therapy. Yeah, that's it. BETTER.

It's a gorgeous day here in Florida. Mid 70's outside with a slight breeze. So perfect. But I'm stuck here at work behind this desk and it makes me crazy.

I was pissy all morning because someone I know, and am pretty close to, acts differently when there are other people around. Likes he's some kind of badass. When nobody else is around? Sweet as can be. This morning I told him he was acting like a jack rabbit and if he did it again, I'd taco punch him right in front of his cronies.

Take THAT.

So just don't be a douche readers. Douches are for vaginas only.

I really have nothing to say. This post is going nowhere in a hurry.

Today is day 9 of Zyprexa. I think I said I was on .5mg of this med in the past. Duh, that was way off. I'm on 5mg. No (.) Dot. Wait, that looks like a boob. A droopy boob at that.

How do I feel you ask? Pretty damn good. Only draw back so far is that it knocks me on my ass within 15-20 minutes of swallowing it. Like, I better be in bed within that time frame or I'll be cashed out wherever I'm at for the night. Dead weight.

I'm not letting the new drug get to my eating habits. A lot of people gain weight on it. Between all the yoga and running I'm doing, I should be okay.

I go back to my psychiatrist on Wednesday to see if he wants me to continue taking Zyprexa. At that point, I'll find out how much the fucker is gonna cost me. I'm scared. Hold me, would ya?

Enough. Have a great weekend all.

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