Fuck... I HATE it when my antidepressant stops working because I've had alcohol. It really makes me get the munchies -- and what I mean by that is that I eat for comfort, and I am too apathetic (because of the depression) to give two shits about what I eat, or calories, or anything I would if I was feeling better. I've just eaten a Chipper ice cream bar, and am working on a can of regular Pepsi -- and I don't care. Even though I know I should care. I just don't. Right now my attitude is, "I'll eat whatever the fuck I want, and however much of it I want. Why does it matter?"

I'm apathetic and having trouble concentrating and feel out of it and my mood is more "down" and I am generally just fogged-up in the brain right now. Fucking dysthymia... I hate it. And I never realized just how bad it was before I started taking this drug -- and have had a couple of instances where the alcohol has made my antidepressant stop working. How did I live like this before? I really have no idea.