He says we're going to look over my meds again. See if I'm taking the right amount. I think the only thing I have to tell him is that I seem to be getting angry pretty quick lately.
You really don't think so? Of course what would you know, sitting over there getting stoned all day, while I'm here with no cigs, no pot, no beer. I hate my fucking life!
Actually, now that I think about it, I think most of my recent anger could be linked to my lack of cigs. He's going to be fucking thrilled about that too, I'm sure.