I missed my turn and ended up back at an entrance to the Wissahickon Trails I've previously used. Or I did at least once, to check out the Hermit's Cave.

The local clinic's pharmacy phone line hasn't been working for over a week, so I haven't been able to refill my prescription for my SSRI and now I can feel my brain again. These occasional brain quakes, like a skipping CD but of my consciousness, keep getting to me. It's like an internal tourette's. I don't know how many days it's been, but I've been getting nauseous, agitated, and just feeling generally uncomfortable for the past week. I don't know if I'm going to go back on, as this isn't the first time I've had trouble with the pharmacy. Guess we'll have to see how I act around people over the next week or so.

I got lost. Between my brain not functioning and an apparent emergency at my work I had to respond to, I had trouble keeping track of where I was going. When the nausea hit I realized I forgot my Pax 3 and just cut off the recording. Eating the months old peanut butter filled pretzels I found in my cabinet seemed to help. Upon arrival to the trail I realized I forgot my hiking shoes too. Enjoy the squishing of the mud for me, because it was hell to stay up in.

There's a giant pimple blooming on my cheek in the same area from my teens. I turn 34 in three weeks.

I'm breathing pretty heavy in this one.