Began the bupropion. Hoping to knock those “knives” outa the “stabbing” bastards’ hands soon enough! Still worried about how I may feel in the next few days, though. Hopefully, it’ll just disarm the bastards from stabbing me with adrenaline without making me want to kill myself while it’s at it. The only thing I might have experienced so far is fatigue but I sometimes have that anyway. Very slight scratchy throat as well which I also get at times. Started to get a slight headache but that went away before it could set in. The most disturbing thing I’m feeling (I think) are faint traces of cramps. As in from my uterus. Lastly, a head rush where my bad ear rang for a few seconds. All stuff I could get anyway and nothing serious. If it’s going to do anything good or bad, it can take anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks to notice.

Decided that doing sprints every hour was a bit extreme so I’m just settling for getting my daily Zone minutes.

Already feeling a slight tinge of doubt and regret where Andy’s concerned. His cute and funny memes have turned sexual and I’ve made it clear numerous times I’m not into many dirty/X-rated jokes. Some are okay but I’m more of a cute joke person or funny puns kind of person. And I’m not into the damn “nigga” shit either. But I’ve learned that with him it’s best to just keep quiet because he’s like the termite. If I remind him I’m not interested in the God fantasy, the black talk, or regular food discussions, he’ll only bring these things up more. Again, nothing wrong with those who have these interests. They’re just not my thing any more than tennis, chess or heavy metal music is. We’re only connected on Facebook at the moment so if he really gets to me I’ll just ghost.

Since it had been a while, I decided to say hello to Dixie. She said she’s trying to get Diane back into her daycare program but doesn’t think it will be anytime soon. If it’s that insanely loud Pride van that would be picking her up and bringing her home, then I sure as hell hope it isn’t any time soon! Damn thing was motorcycle-loud. I don’t need to add things that could disrupt my sleep.

She also said she had to choose between hip surgery and heavy pain medication, and then asked how the moving plans were going.

Had a rather disturbing dream where Tom and I committed a crime together, although I don’t know what it was. So we got arrested and were brought into this large room with old-fashioned cages. The ones where there are only bars and no solid walls. They booked Tom and threw him in one of them while I was waiting to be booked.

I began walking around, trying to avoid these people who tried to appear as if they worked as inmate advocates. But we were smart enough to know they were really undercover cops trying to elicit information from those who were booked on various charges. As I moved around the room to keep my distance from them, I noticed an entry door was slightly ajar. My first instinct was to run for my freedom but I couldn’t leave Tom in jail alone, and I knew I had no place to go and no means of supporting myself anyway, so I guess I didn’t make a run for it.