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This is day 3 of Effexor Titration, as my dad calls it. (I had never in my life heard that word before.) (And upon looking it up, I do not think it means what he thinks it means.) (Thanks, Inigo Montoya.) Last night I had a series of the most detailed and disturbing dreams I've ever had involving S. We were for some reason taking the ACT as partners and I was lamenting that there was no geometry on the math part as that was the only math I was ever any good at and he kept trying to take the reading comprehension section from me (on which I scored a perfect 36 in real life, thank you very much) and when I got to my section all of the numbering of the questions was off and I couldn't figure out my little bubbles to fill in and it was all very traumatic and somehow we ended up being next-door neighbors which was obviously uncalled for and Khaki was there and I kept being afraid she was going to run away. It was not a good night. Today I feel sleepy, like I always do, but it's a foggier sleepiness. Kind of like I'm floating or on a boat where everything is kind of gently rocking and lulling around me. Or like I'm tripping on acid and nothing I am seeing is staying completely still but is kind of blurring around the edges. It's not terrible, but it's definitely noticeable. Megan suggested calcium/magnesium vitamins to alleviate the not-yet-experienced brain zaps so I took one this morning. I forgot to put on deodorant this morning. Oops. I have got to think of some kind of a way to make this summer about more than margaritas, afternoons at my friend's pool, and Bravo series, though. My sister is moving here this weekend, and my dad is forcing his yoga center upon us by paying for a month for each of us. So supposedly there will be yoga. But what else? WHAT ELSE? I keep saying I'm going to start swimming laps at the Y, but I have yet to purchase a suitable suit or goggles. It's, like, all I can do to keep my lawn mowed and the litter box scooped and the floor vacuumed. Household maintenance is a bitch. Shouldn't I be volunteering somewhere? Or taking a class? Or starting my own business? Or protesting something or plotting to take over the world? The homemade pizza last night was fantastic. My mom made the dough and I sautéed yellow squash, zucchini, onions, green bell pepper, and broccoli with garlic in olive oil and Italian seasonings and also sautéed some ground turkey sausage with onions and celery and seasonings and we topped the pizza with all that and grated mozzarella and monterey jack cheese. It was eyeballs in the back of the head delicious. Tonight it's burritos and margaritas with the girlfriends and the bevy o' infants accompanying them. I am going to somehow finagle getting home in time for the new Queer Eye because my life now revolves around that show.
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