I do not think the Pristiq is working out.

I do not like the long periods of exhausted-vague-sorta-okay-ness, punctuated by the sudden certainty that I will live to see the world end, a conviction which will last from one to three hours.

Maybe the dosage is too low or the time-release isn't time-releasing right, I don't know. It always happens in the evening.

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I've decided that the reason that no one in my family but me has a sense of smell is that I am secretly a forest elf born of a magical pond, like in that Carol Berg series with the eyeball-stealing necromancer who is the good guy somehow.

So I am going to go interrogate bodies of water about how exactly that works until I find one that talks back. I predict that this process will be more productive than my attempts to convince my parents that the house is smelly.

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I got my Perfumer's Apprentice order, and am very happy with the vanilla and oakmoss scents. The oakmoss is very strong; I opened it and sniffed the cap yesterday evening, and smelled like oakmoss for the rest of the night because I touched the rim of the bottle. This pleases me.