I'm sad and jittery about the fact that today was messed up when it may otherwise have been productive. Yesterday I experimented with taking a Cymbalta thinking I'd give them a try and see if the anxiety improved. But I got very dizzy on it and more anxious. I just felt weird, which I could stand for a week or so to see if it got better but I was too unsteady on my feet, that really is hard for me to handle. So I missed this morning that I could have washed my hair because it was finally warmer in my apartment. There was loud noise from upstairs from between 12:00 am to 4 am and every time I dropped off to sleep I was awoken again. This place is the definition of hell.

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