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Well, I've been on the higher dose of the Zoloft for a few days and so far it seems to be making me feel really weird. I feel like I'm not thinking as quickly as I normally do and I feel a little disoriented sometimes. Maybe that will go away soon. I'm going to give it a few more days to straighten out before I call my nurse-prac and complain about it.

In other news, my daughter has decided that I need a fashion makeover. Unfortunately, I guess I'm an old fuddy-duddy. She took me to the mall to look at dresses, and a lot of the "fashionable" dresses are just hideous. Loud prints, colors I hate, styles that look like shit on me. (What IS it with these necklines that emphasize the width of one's shoulders? The last bloody thing I need a garment to do is to emphasize the width of my shoulders. I look like a defensive lineman with tits as it is.) I say leave me to my solid t-shirts and blue jeans/sweats/capris.

Anyway, on that random note, I'll sign off for tonight.

Ugh.

I'm not exactly sick, I don't think.

I'm just tired and I feel crappy.

I've had a little bit of tummy trouble and a little nasal congestion and a slightly runny nose, but nothing too terrible.

I just have no energy and I feel unwell.

In brighter news, supper went over very well. I made apple-cherry glazed pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans, and Nick and Aysha both said that the pork chops especially were really nommy. :)

In somewhat sad news, Little Guy has gone to live with his permanent owner, Eric. Tessa seems to miss him. I think Sweetie Pie is relieved, though, and CC doesn't seem to care one way or the other. I miss the Little Shit, though. He was a rambunctious kitten but funny and sweet. I hope he's happy with Eric and Fat Cat.

And back on the topic of food, I need to get a few things going for tomorrow night's supper. Mercifully, for right now, I just need to wash one of my big cooking pots and start some beans soaking, which will not take long. Then once the beans are cooked, I have to start a pot of chili for tomorrow's chili tamale pie and what chili I don't use for the chili tamale pie, I will use for the smothered baked potatoes later in the week.

Anyway, I'm thinking that maybe the higher dose of the Zoloft is making me feel tired and weird and that maybe once my body gets used to it, I'll feel a little better.