It's a purple day.
2010-10-20 - 6:19 p.m.

The doc put me on Straterra, which costs 300 DOLLARS A BOTTLE. That's like more than 5 bucks a pill. Whatever, I don't do math. But it's fucking REDONK.
It did kick in halfway through class, though. It was kind of like being tuned; a fuzzy radio station becoming clear. The only side-effect so far is that my heart is racing.

Speaking of class, I miss my block. I want to snuggle with Joe and Ben and bitch about things with Zack. UNDERPANTS PARTIES HELLO. And then Amalia and I will Dr. Horrible and she'll be Felcia Day and I'll be Neil Patrick Harris and yaay.
Amalia is keeping a blog, so that's fun. I don't ask anyone else about it because I assume they're so overwhelmed in that whole world right now; the last thing they want to do is talk about it MORE.

I'm glad I have enough purple to supply for today. I'm wearing my Legalize Gay shirt. There were a few people in my class who were also clearly on board, and that was nice to see.

Alice Ripley is doing the tour of Next to Normal, and I HAVE to see it. HAVE TO. Chicago, Minneapolis, or Cleveland. Don't care. I'm going.

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