little orange bottle
Keelin and I watched Donnie Darko tonight. I cry in a different spot every time I watch that movie. I don’t remember where it was I cried this time, but it felt kinda forced. Like someone’s standing over your shoulder, shouting at you, “Cry!” and you have performance anxiety and all you can do is giggle.
I went cycling this morning for an hour. I saw a lot of other cyclists, it was pretty nifty. The guy next door was supposed to go with me, but since they were partying until about 2, I guess he wasn’t up for it. Their back door was open a crack, so I pushed it open and looked in, and someone was sleeping on the couch, so I decided just to go back and get jiggy on my own. It was really hard. I guess that’s what I get for starting back a month after the last ride.
I stopped taking my pills because they make me sleep. It doesn’t matter because they only take care of the symptoms anyway, and they make worse symptoms than I already had. It occurred to me that I regularly have dizzy days when the room spins as soon as I get out of bed and the spinning doesn’t stop until the next day. Dad says I need to get myself fixed, but I don’t know. I told him it’s not making my life miserable, so I don’t want to mess with it.
I’m done.
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You were dizzy with the pills or you’re dizzy now without them?
Anyway, fuck pills. Except ibuprofen. That stuff’s the shit.
I was really dizzy one day, before I started taking them. Afterward, with the pills, I was just sleepy and had cotton mouth. When I stopped taking them I was fine. I’m not dizzy anymore.
And I concur about ibuprofen.