Do you ever feel like you're not the main character in your own story, or is it just me?
These are the things that I stay up late to think about when I've abruptly gone off of my Zoloft without being under my doctor's supervision*. Bad Amy! Bad! No cookie!!
One would think that after the half-dozen times (give or take) that I've done this to myself, I'd freakin' know better.
In other news, I went and saw this guy tonight:
with Karen and Tammy, on Barb's recommendation. Barb was right, I really liked his show. I'm not too sure that Karen and Tammy did, but Karen's pregnant and she got to eat deep fried pickles**, so it couldn't have been too bad.
This is a lot more representative of his style:
...and here's an extremely brief video of him singing (elsewhere) with a girl I know:
...and now that I look at it, I think that the same girl, Tinea, might've been there tonight singing "Satellite" with him... But although her voice sounded familiar, she was on the other side of the room so I didn't get a good look or a chance to see if it was here - Barbara Dahling, can you confirm or deny?
I need to keep doing stuff like this, stuff that reminds me of who I was and what I was like B.C.*** Because seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself.
Keep an eye on me, ok?
* See, I went up to Grammaland the weekend before the wedding, and I forgot my prescription, so I didn't take it Saturday, then totally forgot to take it Sunday and Monday, and by then I was like, "Well, I'm fine, who needs it?" and I rode the wedding wave up through Monday of this week, but now things are starting to slow back down to a normal pace, and I think I'm off my nut again. Damnit. So, do I ride it out and figure that I'll be better in a couple weeks (this too shall pass?) or do I go back on it so I don't get worse?
**You heard me.