Time heals all wounds

I feel better, today. Yesterday, I felt as if someone close to me had just died. I don't think I'm exaggerating. It feels the way it felt when Lilith, my 16 year old cat, died the April before last. So far, I haven't had any people I care about die on me, so I'm extrapolating, but Lilith was more of a person to me than some of my friends. Today, time has eroded that grief, it's a duller pain, less focused. Sometimes, I forget what it is that I feel so unhappy about. Time. Time's the way we fall into these disasters, you know. The wound heals over, and we ignore the scars.

Provigil continues to be a little jagged, and not entirely efficacious, but that's the way it is with drugs. Some days, I want to sing, "If I Only Had a Brain." Really, what I want are correctly balanced neurochemicals, but it doesn't scan.