Has it really been three days? No communication, silent, sleeping, curled up in the darkness and heat, anything to escape the sun. Three days, dealing with doctors and parents and girlfriends and boyfriends and a computer that continues to hate me. Three days, and I am dizzy with need.

I've been out of anti-seizure medication for two days now.

I've been back ON amatryptaline for over a week.

I feel as if any moment I'm going to walk around the wrong corner and find myself... it's just that kind of day. I've been listening to Evanescence a bit, playing FF10 somewhat listlessly, and reading.

I'm in desperate need of new things to read.

Mind you I'm also in desperate need of money, but that's nothing new, nothing that can be fixed just yet. *shivers* I keep meaning to write. Hell, I'd intended to be online Saturday (without the fever-twitches and with coherance and concentration, hah) and to write an email to Rhett and to bully my doctor...

...I still haven't gotten the script for dyflucan and you out there are quite free to read up on systemic yeast. It's not pretty.

Not enough... but this time it's music I am short of. Ahh. Phone call. Must go make phone call.