Milligrams

I feel like stockpiling my clonazepam so I’m taking fewer each day that I’ve got a script for.  What am I saving them up for?  Don’t know just yet.  Nothing nefarious.  Something like supernap time one weekend day.  Or something to come down from a depressive high, which I might be coming into soon, with the end of my job coming up.

The meetup was fine.  That’s the best word for it, fine.  I met some really nice people but didn’t talk much myself, which is typical.  I want to go to another, possibly meet some newer people.  I still haven’t decided whether I’d share this blog address with anyone I know.  Which makes it disgustingly more like a LiveJournal than a blog.  Isn’t the point of a blog not to be anonymous?

So if I do let anyone know about this site, let me tell them that it was nice to meet you and I hope I won’t lose interest in going out to these things.  Even though I didn’t have fun, I want to go again to be around people like myself, like you.