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the good drugs

Since I am able, now, to identify that my abysmal moods are cyclical, I can combat them via our good friend chemistry. All hail the stimulant family, and caffiene to be specific. Since I do not indulge on a regular basis anymore, even 200mg of caffiene (amount in one cup of coffee or one tablet) has a marked effect on me.

My supervisors may be daunted by the prospect of dealing with a perilously perky Lunatic who appears to be on fast-forward compared to her normal self, but they vastly prefer a productive and perky Lunatic to a depressed one taking shelter against the slings and errors of outrageous cold-calling in the ladies' room.

Scary, eh? Especially given that my inhibitions against doing stupid shit seem not to be fast-forwarded with me, half the time.

At least I'm not severely sleep-depped on this. Then I'd be hallucinating into the bargain. (Auditory hallucinations are one of the serious signs I need more sleep Right Now. . ..)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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