Listening to Curtis's 80s MP3 playlist. We seem to have broken his inflatable chair. I swear we weren't doing anything naughty on or to it. I don't know how it managed to break.

I just wanted to post the Liz Phair lyrics here that I was thinking about on the plane the other day... I was listening to whitechocolatespaceegg, which is easily my favorite of her albums (isn't she due for a new one sometime soon? it's been three years), and it occurred to me that part of "Big Tall Man" is a really good description of what it feels like to be on antidepressants:

Yes, I'm winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
and it feels good
like relieving a headache

I think I'm becoming progressively less bothered by the idea of taking pills to feel normal, interestingly enough, as it becomes progressively more obvious that I need to do so. I wonder what my therapist would say about that. Except I don't have a therapist anymore. Because she thinks I'm cured. But I can go back anytime I need her, which is a good thing. Jenny's staying in Charlottesville for the summer specifically so she can continue seeing her therapist, whom she adores. She said that since her parents are paying for her therapy now and won't once she graduates, she figures she'd better get cured now while it's free.

I don't think Jenny will get cured. I don't think I'm cured or will get cured. That's okay, though.

It's really difficult to write any sort of meaningful diary entry while listening to "Uptown Girl." I give up. I'm going to go put on the rest of my pajamas.