cimorene

apparently, i can't spell in the middle of the night. or that would be apparent if it were the middle of the night. no, wait. it is. for some reason i was thinking it was only ten or eleven. possibly my naps today. i had several.

i don't know of anything untoward about xanax, but i took one and then, on further provocation to be upset, hyperventilated to the point that i started to get dizzy, with minor pins and needles in my hands and face. (plus when i went to splash water on my face? wow, was really ugly. i've never seen my eyes that red before.) maybe, says daddy, there's only so much medication can do in the face of extreme provocation. well, maybe he's right. i was provoked (by mother. who else?), and after being nice for half an hour or so, and patient for an hour and a half more, and at least marginally civil for about fifteen minutes, broke down into crying, accusations, sarcastic snarkiness, and then sobbing, hyperventilating, and screaming (which prompted

cuddlepint to very sweetly say i could monopolize the internet all i wanted because she didn't want me to die. i think she took it literally when i said mom was slowly killing me).

so, liek, i'm thinking. maybe living with mom is bad for me?

/sarcasm