I. Smell. Bad. I smell like chemicals are leaching through my body fluids. The dog won't even sleep with me. The chemicals are out of balance in every fluid system. Food is digested directly into a sugar slurry and then urped right back up. The brain fluid swishes and makes me dizzy.
I slept from noon till 6, after that I just lay in bed and percolated. And stank. And looked at five-star hotels on-line.
Also, I downloaded the first season of Mad Men. I'll watch it on my own since Gary hates it. (It has no heroes. No one is good. So, no one for Gary to relate to. Speaking of relating to characters, I've only watched four episodes but they better drop that business with Mrs. Draper's hands going numb in Episode 2.)
Eventually it did cross my mind that I've been meaning to pick up the Celexa at the pharmacy for ... Sunday, Monday ... five days now. Better get there. Perhaps that what's wrong, this is the smell of seratonin withdrawal.