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I'm SO glad we've reached the Really Weird, Vivid Dreams portion of getting back on my fluoxetine. However, I don't appreciate it so much when I wake up and can no longer tell you what day it is.

Also, while I'm marginally on the subject of Glee by using an icon, can I mention how excited I am for the Matthew Morrison rendition of "Don't Stand So Close To Me"? Favorite Police song ever. Possibly over "Every Breath You Take." Although I will admit that the amount of times I have listened to "Spirits in the Material World" is probably disgustingly high and not right.

I just checked what date it is to date the post. Fail.

I am watching some episodes of Hoarders on the internet. And now all I want to do is scrub the apartment from ceiling to floor.

( And now the part that is just blah. )

In other news, I have been daydreaming about working in a theatre somewhere near home that is not Chicago. Because Chitown makes me want to cry.

And I have a deficit in TA hours that I have absolutely no hope of making up by the end of the semester, so I am probably going to be in trouble with the department. I hate my life.