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Have decided that my recent spate of sleeping 15 hours a day when allowed is not a good thing, and am attempting to cut my Zoloft by 25%. (This figure arrived at because I take two pills which are scored down the middle.) After an afternoon of feeling rather crawly and awful, yet unable to nap (I read), I am now coming off a few hours of being very very awake. With luck this will wear off completely around 11:00 p.m.

Mom's birthday tomorrow. I long ago mastered the ability to keep it from being traumatic and awful, and now occasionally even manage to make it an occasion she enjoys. Learning that she really digs the grocery store bakery's white cake with the fake icing was definitely a step forward.