Now that I think about it, the plot to that “Year Zero” sounds kinda familiar, eh?

As I type this, I just finished my first band rehearsal in 9 months, and DJ TM 5 is on the air. (You can listen here with any Shoutcast-enabled MP3 player from now until Midnight Eastern, and presumably every Tuesday from 10 PM-Midnight Eastern.) Good to have you back, Pete.

As for myself, and my return to whatever it is that I do? We’ll see where it goes.

I’ll try to make this as brief as possible, even though I’m sure some of you might be up for me not leaning toward brevity:

Zoloft: not terrible. Seems to take care of most of the depression and run-of-the-mill anxiety for now, so I’m cautiously optimistic on that front. Does nothing for my sleep issues, but this isn’t a huge surprise, and it stopped making them worse after about 2 weeks. Only real side effects to speak of are teeth grinding and the fact that it’s extremely difficult for me to have an orgasm now, which some might call a feature rather than a bug. I’m sure some of you are all “oh god” because of the last bit of information, but let’s face it: you’re reading this either on or via a site called My Big, Black Cock, so quit acting like prudes. I get those erections lasting more than four hours that you hear about on the commercials, and I can break steel with them. Deal!

Xanax: works like a charm for the bigger anxiety, but the people I’ve put in charge of drugging me seem to think that its position as a controlled substance makes it a risk to me, given my past history with certain kinds of addiction, so they’re looking into switching me to Atarax. Aside from that hey, you can probably cook up Atarax (an antihistamine) and make crystal meth out of it, which sorta negates their point on worrying about addictive drugs, does anyone have any experience with/thoughts on Atarax?

Therapy: 3 months in, and already on my 2nd therapist. First one quit. Damn, I’m good. Nah, the first one just left the place I’m going to, so I got swapped off to another one. The new one is tough, but I like her, or want to, anyway. Hopefully, she’ll be around more than 8 weeks (3 and counting).

Sleep: still fucked. Starting to get a reasonably good sample size of sleep/wake times by logging them all. Within the first 2 weeks, the wake time fluctuated 12 hours. It’s been slightly more stable of late, but is still a mess.

Migraines: back with a vengeance Sunday morning. Felt some early symptoms, decided to call it a night and go to sleep to try to stave them off, but forgot to drug myself pre-emptively. Woke up 2 hours later with the migraine from hell. 2 hours later, threw up so hard that I burst a blood vessel in my right eye. I’m OK now, recovering slowly but it hasn’t been a horrible recovery. They’re still here though, folks.

General life-type things: am trying to put things back together as carefully and sensibly as I possibly can, but it’s tough. No big surprise there: life is tough. In other news today, scientists discovered that there’s a sun. It’s just that my life is tremendously overly complex for “someone who doesn’t do anything”, and to undo that, sometimes you have to plow through the complexities first. I feel like I’m making small strides every day, but not so much on the next and final item…

Money: still so totally, royally and unbelievably fucked on money that it defies description. About to go on another, major “sell a bunch of stuff” binge, but those are getting harder to pull off. Also looking into disability lawyers, but I’m hearing really mixed things about how successful I’ll be on getting anywhere on that front, despite my being out of steady work for 5 1/2 years and having a history of psychological issues with documentation that extends back to early grade school. Send help. Fast. Seriously. I’m fucked.

More info as it becomes available. Thanks for reading, and if you decide to help me out with any donations, thanks in advance.

I have to tell you about the great t-shirt idea I had.

Black shirt. White letters. “Euthanize Fergie”.