So I went to the doctors. Cried in front of her, made a big old mess of myself. Told her the headlines and she gave me two weeks Sertraline and an appointment for when they run out. A anti-depressant trial run. Also came away with a new lotion for my awful skin which I'll try for the first time after I shower later. All part of the big self-improvement plan of one Samuel Richard Pooley.
Also tried out a new TV show called Being Erica that is spookily prescient about a crappy life. I think I may really enjoy it, given a couple of episodes. Updated the ILX TV Poll while we are on the subject, over 40 ballots down.
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