You know, if the camisole you put on under your sweater ends up *under* your breasts through ordinary movement, it probably doesn;t fit. And if you didn't notice until you took the sweater off, you probably didn't need it in the first place.

Am I still going to wear it to bed? Yes. Goodnigh-- fuck! Pill. Argh. Okay, pill, *then* bed.

why is it that I can never remember to take my nighttime clonazepam until I'm nearly asleep?

I thought maybe I ought to post an entry that has something to do with my actual real life. I'm trying not to be a hermit, I swear.

First thing - my brother downloaded all of X-Men: Evolution, and while I don't really approve of downloading things that are both readily available in stores and which you like and want to see more of, as it strikes me as counter-productive, if easier on the wallet, my principles are not so strong as to prevent me from watching it.

God, it is so hysterically dorky. And DATED LIEK WHOA - in an attempt to connect to the "contemporary youth audience" of 2000, they have made the character designs and fashion so incredibly specific as to make it pretty much impossible to see the series as set at any other time (and really, if your series is *not* about fashion or pop culture, if it seems horribly dated all of six or seven years later, that's a problem). But I love Evo Nightcrawler like hell, and Evo Kitty as well, even if her constant awkward use of "like" is pretty grating. (It's not so much that she uses it as it is that the scriptwriters have clearly never talked to an actual teenage girl in their entire lives, and the "like"s are just randomly sprinkled into her sentences in places where they make very little organic sense.)

Otherwise, well, lessee. I am taking a course in Symbolic Logic this semester, and it is fab, although it is rapidly becoming one of those classes in which everyone assumes that not only do I know everything, I can explain it, and ask me questions that I then cannot answer, because even though I'm able to do the work quickly and it all makes sense, I can't articulate it in a way that people who don't think the way I do can understand. (When did I start using the word "fab" so often?)
Speaking of people who think the way I do... I'm also taking a bioethics class this semester. It's pretty good- there aren't any prerequisites, so the technical information covered isn't all that in-depth, and some of my classmate, while interested, clearly don't have any scientific background, but up until now the amount of information we've had has been sufficient for good discussion. (I should mention here that it's a new class and no one has ever taught this course (or similar) here, so it's kind of a make-it-up-as-we-go-along sort of thing.) So far we've covered SCNT (Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer - that is, cloning), stem cells (adult, embryonic, and foetal), and germ-line engineering. We also the last two classes began discussions on technologies that are already in use, but that are debatable as to when/whether they are "treatments "or "enhancements". In this category, according to the prof, fall fertility treatments (of all kinds, including simple artificial insemination, drug-only treatments, and IVF) and nuero/psychopharmacology.
As some of you know, the latter is something I've a lot of personal experience with. My family is screwy. We're a giant mass of depressive and anxiety disorders, with some AD(H)D thrown in for good measure. My mother's been hospitalized for severe chronic depression three times. She's been on a million drugs and even had ECT. We have a veritable dealer's stash of stimulants and CNS depressants (benzos AND opiates, woo hoo!). I've been on clonazepam and Concerta (methylphenidate) since January, and I feel RIDICULOUSLY better, and can actually get things done now (including the 4000-plus word English paper I frantically wrote over a weekend in order to pass a class from *last* semester).
Anyway, the lecture on the crazy meds (also narcolepsy meds, but they're not really my issue here) was woefully superficial. There wasn't a lot of useful information, and while with depression he focused on a class of drugs (but still, a single class out of at least four), SSRIs, with AD(H)D he prety much only mentioned Ritalin, as it's the most common an well-known - never mind that a) methylphenidate has been generic in the US for ages now and b) he'd be better off discussing it as part of a class of drugs, or rather, skip the triggering brand-name and just discuss the class. His statistic weren't very good - he couldn't tell me anything about who was actually included in them (people diagnosed? People treated? Treated how? For how long?), and though we won't have the discussion until tomorrow, the lecture was such that it left people feeling very comfortable saying, essentially, that ALL parents whose children have been diagnosed with ADD (or depression, or something) and are being medicated, are bad, lazy parents who don't care about their kid and just want to make them easier to deal with, rather than figuring out what's "actually wrong". (Nobody EVER talks about adults when they talk about ADHD; it's always THE CHILDRUNS, OMG.)

So, needless to say, that was upsetting, and when we were that evening late meeting dad for the movie and I was afraid he'd be upset, I was so stressed out that even though he wasn't at all annoyed and everything was fine, I started crying about what had happened in class. So tomorrow I shall either not say a work or get ridiculously over-involved - I'm afraid that there won't be any possibility for a middle ground here.