Today's my first day on the reduced Cymbalta prescription. I do this daily for two weeks, then switch to every other day until the prescription has run out, and hopefully by the end of that I'll be able to walk away from it without adverse effects (or at least, minor effects).

In other news, there is always one mosquito hovering around my desk. It's very peculiar — I can kill it any number of times, but five minutes later, there'll be another one mosquito here. I have visions of somewhere there being a waiting room full of mosquitoes, and a sign that reads "Now Serving: 33" … then there's a Swat! noise and the sign goes, "ding! Now Serving: 34".

I've toyed with the idea of bringing the bug-zapper inside from the back yard, but I know what would happen: there'd be a loud *BZAAAT* noise and Dasher would come staggering by, with smoke rising from his fur and a dazed look on his face.

Buddha: "Nice perm, vapor-brain."
Dasher: "It looked like food!"

-The Gneech