Well that was interesting- in a horrific sort of way

The last week has been a self inflicted kick to the balls. No, really. It feels like it lasted for a month. I’m not going to bore you with the ten mile long list of side effects or try to explain the process of a “mini” chemically induced psychotic episode. I’d like to try to put this little experiment behind me as quickly as possible and chalk it up to “And yet again Aza eludes that oh so beguiling Darwin Award”. Until that is, I can come to terms with, pull a cathartic message from, derive some kind of huge life lesson in or simply understand why, I do some of the stupid shit I do.

Anyway, I called my doctor early yesterday, explained the situation and was told under no uncertain terms to stop taking the Seroquel post-fucking-haste (apparently I was beginning to exhibit symptoms of a "syndrome" rarely associated with the drug. yay.)

I must say that I’m simply amazed at the fact I wrote any entries at all and to be quite honest- I don’t fully remember writing the last two. However, I do vaguely remember scaring the hell out of a few people who called last week. If they’re reading this I’d like to officially apologize and say to one person in particular…

“Dude, you’ve known me for nearly ten years- if you haven’t figured out by now that I’m a bona fide, self proclaimed nut job (and dumb-ass)….well, God love you, you’re just not going to get it. I do sincerely hope that our conversation (during my semi brief stint in la-la land) didn‘t fuck your head up too bad. As I generally keep my views regarding the universe, quantum physics and divinity to myself- I fear after our conversation that you will never look at toaster ovens the same. Again, I‘m sorry and well, in my defense- that‘s what you get for keeping company with crazy.”

In summary, I hope I’ve not done any (more) permanent brain damage. All things truly considered (or as truly as I’ll allow considering all things) overall, I feel a bit more lucid. So there’s that.