it's rained all day

[ontology]

Today I arrived for an appointment with my psychologist twenty-four hours early (thank heavens his office is only half a block from my house), dyed my hair and effectively covered my hands in grey blotches (but the hair looks bloody amazing), bicycled to the doctor's office for my monthly check-up without error but got horribly lost on the way home (and wet), and contemplated Mr Caruthers sewing spells into his coat. (Yes, of course he can sew. He's a thirty-five-year-old bachelor in turn-of-the-century England. He has to be able to do his own mending. Anyway, the magic in this 'verse is a bit like psychic needlework...) 

So, I'm about to be on Ritalin. (Dr Kozloski wrote me a prescription, but it was too cold and rainy for me to want to ride out to Wal-Mart to fill it, so I'll do it tomorrow on my way to my eye appointment.) This will be interesting. And, I hope, fruitful. I heard a story on NPR some months back about college students selling their Ritalin and such, black-market like, to other students around finals time, and, um... the effects of the medication that the students were discussing and why they were willing to pay exorbitant prices for illegal substances? They made me jealous. The idea of being to concentrate on things is kind of exhilarating -- watch a film straight through without being constantly distracted by the inside of my own head! I've heard stories about unpleasant side-effects, and I'll certainly be watching out for them, but I'm hopeful. (Anyway I didn't have any of the horror-story reactions to Zoloft everyone talks about. It's worked quite amiably for me thus far.) 

Been considering the Evangeline story a lot lately... I really ought to get it out and play with it a while.

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[shadowempress.livejournal.com]

Now, I am a little vague here cause I was 7, but I seem to recall my sibs being on Ritalin for the first few months of living with us. I believe they had misdiagnosed and were complete basket cases because of it. I am fairly certain that if your doctor is not an idiot, you should do fine. You can always request a med change if the Ritalin makes you loopy.

As to the idea of have a London with a life force, I put forth the idea that it might be slightly less cheesy, but potently more so to have some of the older buildings and foundations of London move when the city is in need of saving or when ever they feel like it.

Hope it helps. One day we need to get the cooler writers in our friends circles in one very big group chat and bounce ideas off each other.