Go figure

The other day, I bought Random about $30 worth of toys out of guilt because he's at home alone now. I've given one him thus far, and he batted at it only once or twice, and that was it.

I just knocked over a plastic cup with a lid and something inside that rattles. Apparently it's endlessly fascinating to Random. Go figure.

Too tired to write about anything of greater import.

State of the Union (Cliffs Notes)

I'm sure some people are wondering how I'm doing. Sorry for not providing info. The short version is that the Risperdal is definitely helping, but isn't eradicating 100% of the symptoms. No visual hallucinations or delusions. I still occasionally hear voices. I'm going to try doubling the dose on the weekend and see what happens. (It's safe. The normal starting dose is 2 MG, the dose that I started with last year was 1 MG, and I'm currently taking .25 MG.)

I'm finding it really tough to append to LJ. When I get home, the last thing that I want to do is any form of writing, no matter how trivial.*

Also, some days in which I talk to people a lot or am in meetings a lot, I hit my limit of stimuli and need to shut down when I get home. (At least I don't have someone at home who expects me to talk-;)) LJ might become a weekend thing for me.

More on the weekend....

*I doublechecked the spelling of the trademark Cliffs Notes before I posted this entry. See what I mean? It's a sickness.