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[cimorene]

the shrink agrees that i can't function like this and not functioning is bad. he gave me medicine. it's supposed to work. by monday, if at all. sister-lisa thinks i should just trash the old meds; the doctor isn't so sure. i'm going to give it a few more weeks.

i'm going to talk to him on monday, again, so i guess i can handle it until then, because he didn't have time to address my real issues with the college. really, though, that's the dean's job, so. urk.