again, why did I do that?

I just talked to my mum and when she asked if I'd been back to the therapist I once mentioned, I actually said yes, I've been seeing her and the meds person fairly regularly. She started talking about how that's great because talking to someone can really help etc, but her phone card was running out, so now she wants to talk about it more later. Unfortunately, I really don't have much to say about how helpful it is to sit in silence, staring at the floor while digging my nails into my palms for 45 minutes every couple of weeks...

Is this the ritalin? I kept catching myself talking in lab this morning. It was very weird. I also spent most of yesterday giggling with Overly Verbose Student as we attempted to craft an abstract out of results that kept evaporating as we tried to put them into words and then when I got home I went and sat with housemates in the kitchen to chat for a bit. Maybe I should complain to my meds nurse if these unsettling side effects keep up. (Of course, I'm writing this while hiding in my room, having told a housemate I didn't want to watch tv because I was reading a book whose name I couldn't remember...)