I’m now taking Wellbutrin @ four dollars a day. Full dose since Friday. Sleep slightly disturbed. My housemate says I’m less irritable.
I’ve had just one depressive episode since I started on half-dose (the previous Friday); normal average would be three or four, I think, in such a period. And it was an odd one. Typically they come on in the evening, and I obsess for an hour or three about my bleak future. Sunday morning, in a dream, I cried “It’s all so damn disappointing!” – and then woke up; and that was my theme of the next couple of hours: that I haven’t learned a fistful of languages, bedded any large number of exotic beauties, earned fame for my technical ingenuity, or even experienced microgravity.