Ah . . .

Dear sweet beloved Paxil, selective inhibitor of serotonin reuptake, how I love thee. It does feel so much better to go through the day without withdrawal symptoms.

Second class day. On Tuesday, they gave us a truckload of books and a nifty vinyl bag to carry them all in. So far, it's . . . well, interesting. Seemed like people were still caught up in the "will this be on the test" syndrome, trying to memorize lists of things and muttering things like "well, that's what it says in the book." I had a rough time reading the chapters last night, but I think it was in part because I was still loopy from Paxil deprivation. I think I'll be spending a little quality time on the weekend digging up things so I have a clearer idea what the hell I'm doing.

Me go bed-bye now.