It's been 3 weeks now since I've stopped taking the meds...or as I used to call them 'the happy pills'.
The irony is, I actually FEEL happier off of them. I guess I should step back and say that I 'FEEL' again.
There's more to this post than the 5 sentences you are going to see right now, but I'm at work and the time it would take to dig deeper in to the thoughts in my head about this topic would be time that I need to actually spend doing what they pay me to do.
So. For now, know this. No Meds for 3 weeks. Feels good.
Life is good.
and the Record Show is a week from Saturday. Vinyls and Gyros Action, dudes.
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