February 23, 2004
Vicodin Reflections
Still taking vicodin. Not convinced of any special visions.
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August 05, 2003
Pickings 2
Others pick at their arms, their toes, their face. I pick at a pair of old blisters, my navel, and a spot hidden by my beard.
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December 07, 2002
The Week in Review
If it weren't for the sincere, struggling authors who know how to tell you that a sentence needs to be reworked without insisting that you give up part of your mind because "people are dumb" and "you won't sell your book writing like that", I'd forget about showing up.
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November 29, 2002
A Milestone
Today was the first day of the post-Prozac era for me. I notice nothing spectacular.
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November 08, 2002
Baptism
Yesterday I saw my new psychiatrist for the first time.
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October 14, 2002
Xanax
This stuff unties the stress knot that coils in my chest for a few hours and then ties it back in a new way if I take too much of it.
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September 19, 2002
Parings
Do you recall my mentioning that a rhino's horn is made of the same stuff as a fingernail? The thought occurs to me that I could save my parings, grind them up, and sell them to desperate Asian businessmen.
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