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Daniel became a fan of Whiffie Fried Pies on facebook. I did the same and commented that I was craving a whiffie, but I should really get to bed at a decent hour for once. And so ate half a serving of Coconut Bliss to assuage said craving for sweets when Daniel texted me saying if I met him at the carts he'd treat me.

So I took off (fuck a normal sleep schedule) and ate a lemon whiffie. And then had a can of ginger ale 'cause I was thirsty.

And now I feel all queasy and stuff, because I had a carb-tastic too-big bowl of pasta for dinner, and then followed it up with a shit-ton of sugar.

In other news: as of whenever I get a new debit card, I'm back on Wellbutrin. Well, "back on" might not be the most appropriate phrase, as I last took it several years ago.

To make a long story short: I'm having too much trouble leaving the house or doing anything, really. I haven't taken any steps towards getting a temp job or going back to school because of inertia and fear. I sleep too much and eat too many carbs and don't ride my bike enough. I'm irritable and moody as hell towards Shawn and cry on him for no discernible reason. I'm not enjoying very many things.

So, yeah, I'm going to start taking Wellbutrin again. The XL version has gone generic, but it's still pricey. I gotta call around.