Prozac’s side effects have kicked in, if I’m not mistaken. I have to be at the gym in half an hour, and I got about four hours of sleep last night. I feel anxious and upset and don’t know why. The teeth clenching is back, too. I’m only guessing it’s the side effects; it’s been about two weeks since I started taking the meds, so I guess I’ll just wait it out and see if this goes away. I don’t like it, I’m exhausted this morning and it’s gonna be a long day.

In good news, Pretty and I went to the gym last night and we did Body Combat again. In bad news, I’m pretty sure I wrecked my shoulder, throwing punches. Grr.

I didn’t post last night, and I don’t feel all that badly about it. Woodstock has me contemplating religion again. Not in a bad way. Okay, perhaps not religion so much as the way I express myself and the concept of religion. I think sometimes I say things lightly and they’re taken too much as fact. If this happens with one of my closest friends, man, I must really make some other people who don’t know me so well crazy. I’ll have to work on that.

But first, to get through today.