This whole business of changing happy-pills drags on me. I’m not sure if it’s the withdrawal from Pill A or the side effects of Pill B, but I feel like crap this week: light-headed, bilious, exhausted. After one has been through a few of these the response is more “ugh, this again” than “I am going to die” but on the whole I’d rather be in Philadelphia.
I’ve read three good books this week. I have also unfortunately eaten three frozen pizzas this week.
The homogeneous, shiny neofascist blatherscape of 2004 makes me long for 1975 when life was all about eating Pup ‘n’ Taco, doing worksheets at school about “Free to be You and Me”, reading “Island of the Blue Dolphin”, hearing Walter Murphy’s “A Fifth of Beethoven” on the fifth grade classroom record player, and riding my bike while eating ice cream.