I took Xanax to help me sleep and spent most of Monday in more-or-less blissful unconsciousness. Then I got up, had some food, and then I played WoW for a few hours, and I watched anime for a few hours.
Playlist:
Mermaid Forest TV
Vampire Princess Miyu TV
Star Blazers
Kanon '06
Rosario to Vampire Capu 2
Ai Yori Aoshi
Saki
K-on!
Hayate no Gotoku 2
Rosario+Vampire Capu 2 is over now. Mermaid Forest will be over after one more episode. I am re-watching K-on! because I enjoyed it so much the first time.
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Alcoholism runs in my family--it practically gallops--and so I am pleased to report that I am not even remotely interested in seeking solace in drink.
On the other hand, taking 0.5 mg of Xanax every 8 hours knocks me out. I don't really think I'm doing any better than if I were drinking, except that a) the Xanax is a prescription; b) I'm taking the prescribed dosage at the prescribed interval; and c) I am taking the Xanax for exactly the sort of thing for which it was prescribed in the first place.
But what the hell: it's been 36 hours since my ex handed me this load of bullshit, and on top of every other piece of bullshit I've had to deal with in the past 9 months alone I really feel as if this is too much for me to take without some kind of help.
Now, if it gets to be 36 days and I'm still hitting the Xanax, that'll be a different story. But I don't think it will be. The first few days of this shit are always the hardest; and after a little while the pain becomes tolerable.
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Looks like I've run out of words.
