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I want to take the ears off, but I can't.
I hop, and when I hop,
I never get off the ground.
It's my curse, my eternal curse!
I want to take the ears off but I can't!
It's my curse, it's my fucking curse!
I want to take the ears off!
Please!
Take them off!
PLEASE!
--Sander Cohen, "The Wild Bunny"


You know it's bad when you start identifying with a poem written by a fictional lunatic from a video game.

After a recent visit to my psychiatrist she decided to monkey with my medication again. The last time she did, I immediately started feeling happier and more energetic. This time, however, she decided to decrease my dosage even though she's been saying all along that I've been sorely under-medicated for years.

The result? I'm now kicking myself for the stupidest of reasons (though the one where I gave Gail Simone a copy of my comic when it had a TYPO in it is a pretty valid one ), I've become socially withdrawn from my friends online, I've become short-tempered and snarly, and just generally miserable. Basically, I feel worse than I did before I met Dr. Fogarty in the first place. Thankfully our next appointment is soon, so I can get things straightened out with her and hopefully get back to the happy.

In the meantime, won't somebody please take the ears off?