Today's weigh-in on my admittedly shitty scale has me at 107.2 pounds. Which, as some of you may remember, is roughly where I was in late October, early November. I'm way too thankful that I haven't really gained any weight since then -- not that stayed on anyhow.

My teeth are shit now. I really need to brush them. I'm not even going to tell you how long I've gone without brushing now, because it's really gross, but suffice it to say that there's plenty of plaque on them. Eww. :(

I find myself making a lot of lists lately because I keep remembering things I need to do and then forgetting them temporarily. Writing them all down in list format enables me to keep them all current and forward in my head, so I will actually complete them instead of flitting aimlessly from task to task, as I have been doing lately. I'm still not sure why my memory is screwed up like this. Hypochondriacal me says that maybe the drugs did some sort of irreparable neurological damage. Logical me says that maybe I was able to concentrate more when I was on the Effexor, since that's one of the things it can help with, in both depression and anxiety disorders. I don't know which one to believe. The hypochondriacal side, extreme as it is, has its own basis in logic. And... bah, I dunno. I'm fucked up.

I keep ignoring this entry, so I'm just gonna end here and post this now. That would be that inability to concentrate for extended periods coming back again. Oy. Anyway... later.