I took Zoloft back when it was in vogue. All my friends were on Prozac, Zoloft or similar pills during the mid 90’s. It made me like a zombie. I didn’t care about anything, was like a potato head woman walking around, no spunk or anything. I said I would rather be depressed.
My cupcakes are done. I love to bake. Not that I’m all great at it, just makes me happy. I’m making cupcakes for my nephew. Every time he sees me he screams “candy cake, candy cake?” because he usually only sees me at parties or family functions where I bring a cake.
I haven’t read a book in ages, currently, my mom has sent me “Running with Scissors” which she told me wasn’t that great but then wants me to read it?
“Elie Wiesel” concentration camp survivor story, sounds so sad. I’m scared to open it, “The Hundred Secret Senses” by Amy Tan, no desire to read that one. I can read a book in a day if I like it. I read fast. I don’t even have time to read a magazine now.
(Photo from gianteagle.com. This Candy Apple needs to be back on Zoloft. She gives me a headache)