The Joy of Doped Up

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I took my first hit of zoloft today.

Yeah, I opted to get off the Welbutrin because one of the side effects of that shit was paranoia. Good medicine to get off of if you are distrustful of being in large groups of people. So, I would like to see what would happen if I changed up with another antidepressant. See if I can keep from feeling so down without being so paranoid. What do you think happened the first day that I went on this shit?

Elation. Immediate and pure elation. My head swooned, and I soared high above the buildings of the city. I was walking proud upon the clouds of heaven with my dick hanging out. I wanted to WORK! I wanted to get behind my computer and type up a storm. I wanted to write the War and Peace of my entire life. My brain fired a million synapses, like striking a single match, and I jumped into my chair, fingers tingling for the touch of the hard plastic keys of the keyboard. Look out world, Hobobob is on fucking fire!

And then I passed out. Passed the fuck out!! I rolled over two hours later, got up from my bed, went to the refrigerator, ate a pickle, sat on the edge of the bed to eat it, and then passed the fuck out again. Not one of those candy assed sleeps that I usually get on Abilify, where my dream is so vivid and real that I am now used to sleeping in a hyper-reality and beginning to doubt a lot of things in my sleep state which bleed into my waking state.

But not here, not now. This was a black, coal black, number 8, as in 8 ball, sleep. I was out like a light and didn't sense a fucking thing until I awoke three hours later. I got up, turned down the Internet television, which was still on, took a leak, crawled back into bed and passed out again. Out cold in a deep free fall. When I awoke the third time, it was another three hours.

I was groggy as hell, and still sleepy. I'm always tired. I can't type, can't work on my blog. My Alters are all asleep. Snoring in the back of my head. My energy is lowered, my skills reduced, although I'm still writing poetry. I'll publish another one for you. One a day and I'm staying hot, like fire when it comes to my commitment of cranking one out before the sun sets the next day. I mean, on Friday or Saturday,  I was so exhausted that I didn't get a chance to write shit, but I caught up the next day. I blame that on the Zoloft.

I went downstairs to check my mail. I've ordered that hard drive for my baby. I can't believe it. I can't wait until I get it. Right now, I would assume that the RPM speed of my drive is around 4200 to 5400 rpm. Quite slow for this day and age. Especially if it's around what I suspect, 4200.  I bought a Western Digital Caviar Black for my baby. I shopped hard for her too. These things can become expense for us hobo types. I got a great sale on Amazon for $45.00. This hot assed bitch runs at a blistering 7200 rpm with a 16mb cache. Ass kicking speed. Like a punch in the cock, as Eileen would say. I am so happy to see my new boot up sequence once that momma is put inside my baby.

There are some upsides of my life. Believe it or not. I'm not Oscar the Grouch all the time. I'm somewhat happy....whenever things don't go South. Unfortunately, in this life, I live down South.

Hobobob