Swordfish tastes even better when it’s forbidden.

So far tapering off my meds has been rather anti-climatic. I almost want something to happen to prove I’m not making the whole thing up. I haven’t even bothered to (re)announce this blog to my friends to keep a watch on me – I don’t feel interesting enough yet.

Jason came over to discuss business plans tonight. I’m going to be working for him, with my bakery name as a trade name, until I’m ready to take off on my own. Now this is getting real too.

Scariest part is I’m still holding out for that magic remission to come. Too soon to tell… Codeine sorts of throws an artificial normal into the works.