31 May 2017 - Scotland Day 12 - Rings and Things

Evening, dear readership. I'm a little tipsy as I write this. 

 Day 96 on Lexapro. Withdrawal hit me really hard today; I ended up caving and taking a 10mg half dose (turns out, my molars do a real damn good job of splitting pills), plus some ibuprofen. Let's see how I feel in the morning. 

 Mood: Well, right now, I'd rate myself a solid six. Today's also been a solid six. Sixes all around. 

 I did so many things today. Like, it's almost ridiculous how much I did. Had to ask Favorite Person like five times to go through the day so that I had it all straight. 

 First - Pier Art Center. It was cool. 

 Then - ring of Brogard. It was also cool, but it felt sacred and therefore like my being there was wrong. 

 Then - Maes Howe. It was also cool. It seemed like a good place for an acid trip. Also, I met a cat. He or she was really nice and ate some of my cheese. 

 Then - Kirkwall again. Withdrawal started screwing me up at this point. I got ice cream. 

 Then - the Gloup. I mostly sat in the grass and sunned myself. 

 Then - back to Kirkwall. It was to pick someone up. 

 Then - brough of Brisay. It's a tidal island; I found bones and chased a rabbit. Didn't catch the rabbit. 

 Then - home for dinner. It was stew, I think, and pasta. I did dishes, which was calming. Brain shocks were really becoming an issue at that point. 

 Then - nothing. Everyone else went to Yesnaby, the super windy cliffs, but I stayed back and laid down and tried to recover some from the withdrawal that was coming on. 

 Then - the Royal Bar, where I downed 2 pints of Strongbow Dark Fruit cider in rapid succession. Tipsy me is probably coming out now. It amuses me that Favorite Person's only comment on Tipsy Me is that Tipsy Me better stay in her own bed tonight. She knows that I'm a cuddler. I can definitely see myself crawling into someone's bed to cuddle them if I were more alcohol. 

 Tomorrow we go back to the mainland. 

 Until then.

 01 June 2017 

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