I hate my brain. I’m supposed to be studying for a final but I’m too stressed out worried about it. This is what makes me so b*tchy. I know it. So the damn doctor made me choose between Ambien and Anti-Anxiety medicine. I chose the Anti-Anxiety because my Anxiety about Anxiety can’t imagine not having it.
Now I have neither til Wednesday because its a government controlled substance and that’s when they say I can have it again. I feel like a stupid child. I’m over tired and not getting sleep. I have one pill. (fifteen minute pause) I just took it.
I’ll be back to tell you if the pharmacy train-wrecks picking up more Wednesday for my Final on the campus.