And yet they use (some) ADs to treat (some) ADD. Neuropharmacology is whack.

I'll take the loss of words in order to have the stable moods. I'm all for better living through chemistry.

I'm not sure about the stupidifyingness of my AD. (Although the fact that I thing A chud haf rite "stultifyingtude" maks mee wundur.)

ION, I have spent a productive evening writing study guides for Hamlet Acts 4 and 5, a.k.a. "DIE DANISH MOTHAFUCKAS, DIE!!" and Romeo and Juliet, alias 13 IS TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO MARRY: SEE "DEATH."

And I am grading character diaries and cartoon strips for Act I of R+J, which are HIGHLARIOUS. Damn, I gotta save some of these and scan 'em over the summer. Some are quite good, though, and it's nice to see my 9th graders trying to throw in Shakespearean language.

Ok, I totally geeked out there for a sec. I am stepping away from the rubrics now, I swear. I have cigarettes and a brownie calling me back from the edge...

Once you hit 30, it's all downhill from there in that department.

When I was sick and SEVERLY hypothyroid, I was at my doc's office. She and her nurse were discussing how they were having trouble remembering things and that it happens at forty and gets worse from there.

Because of my hypo state, I was having some serious mental issues with speech aphasia and other things. I said, "Yeah, I think I understand what that feels like."

With all seriousness my doc rubbed my back and replied, "No, honey, you know what it feels like to be 80. And once you get on your meds, you'll go back to normal whereas I will just get worse!"

Actually made me feel a lot better at the time.

Hamlet Acts 4 and 5, a.k.a. "DIE DANISH MOTHAFUCKAS, DIE!!" and Romeo and Juliet, alias 13 IS TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO MARRY: SEE "DEATH."

Dude, I want to study all the Shakespeare with Erin now.

I like teaching Shakespeare. I kinda want to try to do a summer thing at the Folger next year; it'd be made of awesome.

I felt less stupid on ADs. I don't know if I was less stupid, but I felt less stupid. Migraines, on the other hand, are utterly and completely of the stupid making.

Once you hit 30, it's all downhill from there in that department.

Emotionally, I'm better than I was at 30, by a long shot. Getting off SSRI antidepressants made me better. Hypothyroid was making me brain-fuzzy, but that's better now too. Also? fish oil.

(Not to diss the SSRIs. They are life-savers for many people. But me, they made me worse. Apparently lack of serotonin is not my major malfunction.)

I wish Erin had taught Shakespeare in my school!

This conversation seems like the right place for a picture I saw today: [link]

This reminds me - Go Team Erin and Kristin with the mad Shakespeare-teaching skillz! I totally choked up when Kristin recounted the thing with the grandfather coming up and praising her teaching skillz.

Buffistas! Spreading the Shakespeare! And the Maths.