Eh...

I have a date tonight.

Eh.

It's funny how Zoloft sort of kills your mojo... while making you not contemplate running screaming from your job. (Or killing yourself!)

I suppose the benefit outweighs the drawbacks...

But... Eh. Date-Schmate. I'd rather stay home watching T.V.

I'm going to die alone at this rate.

And thanks to the pills... I'm okay with that. I'm okay with everything. I'm okay. You're okay.

None of us are great. But... eh. Good 'nough.