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Thursday, August 30th, 2007I’m still about 17% iffy on the whole Bipolar II diagnosis, but I will say this: if I don’t take my L & L–lithium and Lexapro–I will put a cap in your ass.
I’ve never experienced the good side of mania, if there is one, which is arguable; I don’t become wonderfully productive, I don’t spend, [...]
Dear Owen Wilson
Monday, August 27th, 2007So I heard they took you in. Don’t worry. It happens.
Not trying to spread gossip, but in case Perez Hilton is right about why you’re there…well, that happens, too. Mental illness happens. And when it happens you work the program and get off suicide watch and get fresh-air break, and eventually you get your shoelaces [...]
scare-apy
Friday, August 24th, 2007Kindergarten starts on Monday, so between now and then I am white-knuckling the days. I veer between “I’m not ready!” and “Fucking hell, can I get a village?” Sometimes I get schmoopy. Sometimes I get anguished. Sometimes I have the trots. Sometimes I think I’m going to run away to Montana and wait tables and [...]
like russell simmons makes money
Tuesday, August 21st, 2007In a fit of pique at the library today I picked up hip-hop mogul Russell Simmons’s self-help book, cumbersomely titled Do You! 12 Laws to Access the Power in You to Achieve Happiness and Success. I like the way You is italicized; maybe my whole problem is that I never thought of myself in italics [...]
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