Prozac – Day 24
January 24, 2013 § 74 Comments
I have been unforgivably slack, I apologise. I have been desperately trying to crank up the freelance machinery again after the Christmas break and get some bloody work, of which there is far too little. I am not doing very well, but I am not going to bore you with all of that. Why do so few people ever respond to a fucking email? Because they are all so self-important and busy. I am so not busy. I fucking hate people who tell me how busy they are. Busy, busy, busy! They chirrup, and I think fuck off to your busyness, and leave me to my empty, unemployed, hibernation.
I am now on Day 24 of the prozac and I am not aware of any “kicking in” as yet, as you can probably tell from the tone of the above. I am not expecting some great high. I know it doesn’t work like that. I don’t feel particularly low, but nor did I before I started taking it, just a tad inert, which I suppose is sort of a bit low. They say it takes 2-6 weeks, so I am watching my own head space, scrupulously, and waiting.
Not having posted is nothing to do with SYT. News on SYT will appear on Monday in the Times, inshallah, and on Tuesday here.
This post is manifestly feeble but the school run beckons. I just thought I ought to let all you kind readers know that I will be posting properly soon, that I do still exist, and I am still very much the Plankton, with a capital effing P.