Often, I neglect to post. 

It isn't out of forgetfulness. I remember. Daily, I remember. 

Then I sit down, at this desk, staring at the blank computer screen. And the words stop. They flow through my brain and my heart, screaming, crying, dying to get out. Yet something stops my fingers. Some unseeable, unknowable force stops my fingers from typing, halts my heart's words from getting their relief. 

I was prescribed, by a new doctor, the anti-depressant Wellbutrin. This is not an SSRI, like Zoloft or Prozac. He calls it "a-typical" and says that even doctors and psychiatrists and pharmaceutical companies do not know exactly how it works or what it is capable of. But I trust him, and I trust this. 

I have been watching White Collar, a series on USA about the White Collar Crime division of the FBI. I like it because the characters are fun, interesting, and have a great dynamic. I am also a massive fan of Tim DeKay since Carnivale.