
And now . . . I'm going to figure out what else I can watch, read, whatever, to keep my mind from talking about what a failure, how old I am, how much physical pain, all that crap I refuse to garner with my attention. It's old tapes spawned by not so righteous people and I refuse to take Ativan unless I'm mired in them. Ativan is great, don't get me wrong, it's handy . . . and I personally prefer there be peace in my mind not "nothing" in my mind . . . though that "nothing" the Ativan brings definitively beats my own "crap" . . .