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I'm doing some work for an old friend of mine.

His situation is interesting. Not too long ago, he lost his job and got divorced, and otherwise his life got pretty screwed up and off-track.

He left the United States, took a job below his old skill level for a while, and then stopped that and started a company. Now he's living an exceptional life, and on the verge of making a lot of money.

I thought that was awesome, and I was quite happy for him. After we'd gotten done going through a lot of numbers, choosing some vendors, designing some systems, and otherwise figuring business out on the phone, we talked personal life. I said, "Man, I'm so happy for you. So much is going right. Congratulations."

He wasn't excited. He was a little worried.

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My drugs is hard.

Wellbutrin hived me up immediately, but that may have been related to my sushi habit.

Seroquel made me feel numb and fuzzy. And after a while it stopped affecting my depression anyways.

Lexapro, well, that was my fault for not taking it right. But actually that was one of the more awesome experiences.

More drugs is worse. The less drugs, the better. When things go bad, the response should be to lower the dose, not up it. So I am just going to relax on the damn Prozac.

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