Too much information, too little time to digest it. Too many things, not enough wings.
Glad it's friday.
This is not to be a relaxing weekend: it is the final push weekend for the postproduction on the movie, and I'm full up on things I need to do. I also need to do the mow and weed-whack thing this weekend as the yard is beginning to have jungle animals look at it longingly. Yesterday I had to chase off a family of pygmy marmosets that were playing poker on the shed roof. Or maybe that was just a hallucination. I can't remember.
Tapering off of the antidepressants, I think I may have mentioned that before. It's time, I think: I've been taking them pretty much constantly for a handful of years now, and they've done their job, but now I think they're getting in the way of my continued progress. We'll see-- I'm keeping an eye out for signs of anxiety or depression or aberrant sexual behavior. Or hallucinations. Or hallucinations about aberrant sexual behavior. Or ducks.