  Up early and already the staring has begun. Part exhaustion, part depression, part Zoloft. Took my introductory dosage a couple of days ago, somehow crashing out immediately and slept for 13 hours. Feels a bit like coming down off of meth to be on this stuff. Tight jaw, nervous shivers, sweats, yawning and restless exhaustion, nausea and a disinterest in food. All except for the depression. I dont care suddenly that I feel awful. So far Ive been allowed to rejoin the world a bit with its help. Finished a quickie paper for a class that I didnt have the mental concentration to reread before calling it done.
I have another book to read by noon and plans to do it whilst at the gym burning off the overflow of anxiety to prepare myself for going back to a class I disappeared from last week. Found someone good to go see yesterday. A woman in Old Town named Jill. Kind, smart, can keep up with me and shes gay. Less self-important than the other guy I was toying with seeing. Less ego, more real. Plus shes a woman. Back hurts. Time to pop some pills and head out. 
