so, this is how it went down. wake up. train at 5:30. work at 6:00, done at 1:00. eat. metro. walk. doctor's appointment. prescribed more drugs, emergency medication to stop the extreme menstrual bleeding. and a new birth control pill. she was also disappointed because i only take my anti depressants whenever i am drinking. and i am a complete idiot for confessing it. run across to my therapist appointment, didn't have much to say. realized and mentioned how appropriate it is that the first letter of each word in seasonal affective disorder spells s-a-d. she told me everyone knows that and changed the subject. after we were done, i remembered a whole list of things i wanted to say. of course, it always works like that. metro. walk. bank machine. broke. went to bank and took out 100 dollars from my savings. pharmacy. the emergency medication cost me 58$ because i'm no longer on my mom's insurance. got a pamphlet to register under quebec's insurance. the pharmacist (who also, knows my name) told me i could be reimbursed within the next seven days. 70% of the amount back. (and that's why i love you, canada.) go to alexis nihon. eat supper. buy school books. go to class.made a new friend. overall enjoyed my lecture. on the train ride home, i noticed that i had eight different bottles of medication in my purse, not including my vitamins, advil and midol. whatever, my coworker has to put plastic gloves on every time she eats her food with her hands (fries, sandwiches, etc). i rather be a paranoid hypochondriac than a paranoid germophobe. now, i am happy to be home, wrapped around my blanket, wearing ryan's sweater. this is how things have been rolling along the past few days, with a minimal amount of caffeine and nicotine. i'm a fucking superstar. i am too busy to write full sentences. obviously.