This morning I was really close to skipping right past Exit 28 and driving to Ashville instead of going to work. But I didn't b/c I'm a robot instead of an alien. (thanks a lot, Heroes. Stupid show...) I still remain all tightly wound. Physically as well as, perhaps, mentally.
You know how your body sometimes just wants to snap? Occasionally, I think I could do something violent. Like I was pumping gas and holding the handle really tight b/c somehow tensing ones muscles seems to direct tension out through them... but the gas thing pops and stops when it's going too fast, right? It was a mildly difficult conscience decision to not take the nozzle out of the gas tank and smash it into the pump.
That probably would have been expensive tho.
So I took one of those Lexapro pills that the psych doctor gave me a few months ago and that I've left sitting in my car ever since. I wonder if they can go bad after being left in the extreme heat of a car during the entire NC summer...
If I never post anything again, it means that they do, in fact, go bad and they will kill you.
mmmm... empirical evidence...
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