My psychiatrist is putting me back on Lamictal. The bipolar symptoms are back, and the lows are just too low. I shouldn't have stopped taking it, back in July, but it fucks up my stomach and makes my hands shake.
Today, I'm going to try to start something new for Sirenia Digest #130. Maybe something Halloween. Maybe not. But I need to get the digest together now, so that I can spend November working on NOTHING AT ALL BUT THE NEXT NEW NOVEL, for fuck's sake. Please.
Bob the Drag Queen is a righteous broad.