May 23rd, 2002

pencil

pms. yippee.

A somewhat more rational glance at the calendar sheds some light on the mood swings of the last couple of days. Oh, but effexor is supposed to counteract symptoms of PMD or PMS or whatever we're calling it this week. Yeah, it's supposed to do a lot of things - it seems to manage to keep me from the utter depths of depression but that's about the size of it.

On the other hand, it's nice to know the paranoia is rooted in a reason, even if it isn't that they're out to get me.