Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
I am always thankful for my anxiety medication, always. But here's the thing: Right now am I somewhere in between crying, hyperventilating, and crawling out of my skin. Dammit I wish the drugs would worked faster. In fact, this post is little more than a distraction, an attempt to kill some time. I need relief. Dear God, please give me the relief I need.