Day 2. Ello has yet to fill me with the kind of joy previously associated only with SSRI's and rainbow sherbet. Perhaps I will simply need to give it the time I have formerly given to Lexapro. The messages on the walls of my cell are still indecipherable, despite my handing their translation off to the experts in this empty tin of hash.
That is all for now as I hear the unmistakable churn of my gaelor's good favor.