Apparently I'm going in to get my I.V. on Wednesday, at 10:00 in the morning.

Life gets odder by the minute.

I'll be headed out to the pharmacy shortly (or not-so-shortly) and will be picking up medications... the antibiotic, the anti-seizure medication, possibly a new anti-depressant (or a new dosage level, at any rate)... yeah.

Various deaths. Conversation is strange.

Dammit, I want coffee. Got rang by my mother before I could get any and now will, apparently, have to make a fresh pot.