proz

finished the wideman, on to mamet, for whatever that's worth. the wideman was a little overwrought but it got its point across. it was strong.

i went to see my doctor on friday. my lipid levels are as wonky as ever, but he didn't focus on that. mostly he just talked to me, about my job and my not sleeping and my inability to make decisions about anything, and i walked away with a prescription for fluoxetine. how about that? it wasn't what i was expecting. i hadn't been thinking of myself as particularly depressed. funny, though, the fact that he thought prozac would help me kind of brought me down.

i don't know if it's what i need. i don't know if any good will come from it. and i won't know, for a few weeks yet. i've only taken 2 pills so far, one yesterday, one today.