Sometimes I will put this on and imagine what it must’ve been like to be a kid in 1970, coming home from a record store, and hearing this for the first time. There is literally nothing released pre June 1970, that could have prepared you for this song.
sprouts wings
and runs and crawls and kicks
and now speaks
I’ve been tapering off of diazepam daily. I had started on Xanax at a higher dose and eventually switched to diazepam for an easier taper.
I went from 10mg diazepam daily, now down to 1.5.
But here’s the thing, I don’t see any progress.
I have withdrawal symptoms every 48 hours (racing heart, sweating). And it seems to make no difference as to how long I hold a particular dose.
I never “stabilize.” Meaning I can sit at a dose for weeks and the symptoms come on every 48 hours regardless.
If I at least stabilized I would feel I was making progress because I’d see that I got used to the smaller dose and then make the decision to cut and endure some symptoms until I stabilize again.
Any help is appreciated
This fucking Criops comes to me today and says he’s thinking that we should get a dog for the camp. I never even wanted to get a dog. But ok I do, I get a nice black lab and call him “Bear”. Nice dog.
Minute I buy him, this passive-aggressive motherfucker tells me something like, “I never really liked dog.” Um.. ok.. and now he’s walking around the camp telling me how our dog is gonna rip my face off
Also, all he does is complain over at the butcher table. He acts like he loves his work but everytime I see him he’s complaining