MMMMellowwww.

I've never been one for drugs. Never been high (childbirth narcotics excluded), never been any drunker than two glasses of wine will get me. Never smoked anything, period, much less anything that could get me jailed. But my doctor is trying a drug on me called Tofranil for a bladder problem I have. (Don't ask. Put that in your Too Much Information file and forget I said it.) And as it turns out, it's also an anti-depressant with some very interesting side effects.

He told me to take it the very last thing before I go to bed. Now, after three nights, I can see why. In fifteen minutes flat, things start to look groovy. Sleep comes a little easier, and even when I'm awake, I'm just chillin' in the dark, feelin' mellow.

Not bad. Not good, though. Groggy isn't a sensation I enjoy. But given the amout of sleep I've been losing to anxiety lately, it's a welcome break. It's a 30 day prescription, so maybe over the next month or so, you can expect more cheerful blogs.