A week ago I saw a shrink for the first time, and he put me on a new medication - Cymbalta. This should boost other chemicals in my brain that are in serious need of boosting, and while it's supposed to take a bit to really see any difference, I think I'm already seeing one.
A few days ago I came home from work and noticed the bag of garbage I left sitting by the front door had been taken out to the dumpster.
Thanks for taking out the trash! I said as I entered the apartment. Amanda let me know she hadn't taken it out. Ok...Brandon, thank you for taking out the trash!
I didn't take it out Mom.
Well shit, that means I took it out, and if I really dug deep and thought hard enough to smell smoke, I could faintly remember going to the dumpster.
The previous night.
About an hour later, I noticed the clean dishes in the dishwasher had been put away and dirty ones had already begun to accumulate in their place. Awwwww, someone emptied the dishwasher! Nope, Amanda hadn't done it. I knocked on Brandon's bedroom door and gave him a big Thank You!
I didn't do it Mom.
Either someone is fucking with me, or I am completely losing my mind...