Failed Experiment

For once I wasn't the one conducting the experiment... unfortunately... I was the rat.

Went to the head Dr. yesterday... The annoying switch of medications... the crappy withdrawal, the numbing effects of the new stuff, figuring when to take them, that I need to eat bananas when I take them.... all of that crap, written off in a flick of the wrist as a failed experiment. I was happy at first that he agreed with my assessment, but now... I'm getting more and more upset about it. I may not be able to make a con because of your failed little 'experiment.' I've missed out on two months of prep and only God knows what else because he had to see if some new medicine would work. I don't blame him, it's his job. But I think I still have the right to be bitter about it to some extent.

I'm getting sucked into virtual novel... Katawa Shoujo. It's a great story. Awesome art. And I want to get to know each of the characters! So far I've gotten two of six, but I am giving up on trying to figure out the rest on my own... since the bad endings really depress me.

Dad brought dirt today. That surprised me. I guess he likes my idea for the front, and/or he wants to transplant hostas as soon as possible. Either way, unless it's raining it looks like I'll be spending some time outside tomorrow. And for once, this spring. I hope it rains. It's going to be a long night yet. I haven't practiced near enough for church in the morning. Which isn't comforting. Onwards and upwards... well no not really... more like, one foot in front of the other, if I have to....