Eph, you crazy kid. I can't take you anywhere. You're just too darned famous!

The trouble with this disease.

Is that I have no clue if tonight's terrible fatigue is just a continued let-down from all that stress I was carrying (a week or more of let-down is not unheard of), or if I've crossed the line from recovery into feeding the disease.

I know I've complained about it before, but relearning how to is hard! I'm, generally speaking, a little more on the ball with housework and homework this year, but the medication change has me feeling like a yoyo, bouncing from one extreme to another, often lingering at the very end of its rope. This is hard. Life is hard, but this is the bit I'm having especial trouble chewing this bit just now. And probably will for the rest of my life, to one extent or another.

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I've been watching Smallville for the last hour, for old time's sake. (I was really into the show when it first aired - mainly because I was faingirling Tom Welling, the fellow who plays Clark Kent. Thankfully, I grew out of it.) Wow has it jumped the shark. Like WOW.