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Today, I attained both Prozac and a digital camera. On the same day. Thank you, government refund. I asked the doctor what the side effects were, and explicitly explained to her that I refuse to get fat, aggro, (more) suicidal, dependent, or die Heath Ledger style when I mix it with vodka. Her response was a slight frown coupled with, "Well, you know how you don't keep in shape when you're depressed anyway?"

I think she was calling me fat while simultaneously informing me I would get fatter. Nice. As far as the camera is concerned, I'm too old and retarded to figure it out. I've managed to take one picture of myself lolling around on my bed (see below) and one of the wall before it started buzzing and telling me the memory was full. Christ, how lame is that? Say the Prozac kicks in and I want to actually leave my bed someday. Won't I want to take more than 2 gigantor pictures?


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May. 21st, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
The important thing is that the Dirty Dancing poster is visible and your general annoyance with the camera shines through.

I could go on about the joys of zoloft, but you probably would find that irritating right now.
May. 21st, 2008 03:49 am (UTC)
that poster manages to be visible in all my photos because...because i'm always in bed. i've been reading and reading and reading about how fat and aggro prozac makes everyone, but i think i'm ready to give it a go regardless.
May. 21st, 2008 01:06 pm (UTC)
"Sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!" Etc.
May. 21st, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
May. 21st, 2008 04:54 am (UTC)
you're my digital prozac.
May. 21st, 2008 05:05 am (UTC)
take at least a dose at breakfast and dinner. I bring the digital goodness.
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