Dear Log,
On the oggtrola: Ferdinand, "Sad Eyes from Van Nuys"
I just found out that screwed up my Paxil dosage, and have been taking only 10 or 15 mgs a day for three or four days now, instead of my usual 25mg. No wonder I'm on edge, distracted, in an inexplicably thick Dr. Evil kinda mood, and am also dreaming about sky-scraper shopping malls in Hong Kong, and me and Gorbachev trading coffee table books.
I also blanked out and referred to Blink 182 as Blink 1-8-7 the other day. I sense that I should go and read calmly.
