It's not right to swing from fugue/despair to bleating, gibbering confident happiness in the span of less than an hour...I should be medicated. They locked my Mom away for this. Or did she go of her own accord. I can never remember. I'm like the fucking Mask of Tragedy and Mask of Comedy fused together.
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That post just reminded me of a pleasant memory - your tag line for Noises Off, "Brought to you by Seratonin Reuptake Inhibitors". Always made me laugh. Because truth is funny.
You know my thoughts on this... and as I remember, you were pretty encouraging when I decided to do something about it. Give me a call if you need to talk.
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