I've started doing drugs. Well, okay, not drugs, the herbal stuff you can buy over the counter at a pharmacy, but I have never taken an anti anxiety medicine in my entire existence until today. Unfortunately, I have run out of things to break and magazines to rip apart and General has ran out of tools to fix the doors and door frames - and patience - so I stormed over to the local pharmacy and asked for whatever they have then downed four. No idea if they work. I feel kind of normal. Calm, I suppose. Which is okay, I guess, considering I've been going from rabid lunatic to despondent within minutes and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight with the damn book. And i'm sure the pharmacy lady will have stopped sobbing by now.