Well. I've halved my dose: from 20 mg to 10 mg. I have, as recomended by various Kick The Slouching Paxil Junk Beast sites, kept the other 10 mg half of my pill with me, in case I get the screaming heebie-jeebies and the elves start popping out of the file cabinets. But I haven't, and they haven't (although I'm fairly certain I saw I giant ambulatory eyeball scoot into one of the hallway stairwells and close the door after it as I rounded the corner).
Most anecdotal accounts suggest that the real fun won't begin until three or four days after I've halved my dosage, so we'll see how well things are going on Thursday or Friday.
In the meantime, I still have no urge whatsoever to correct the large pile of erroneous, bad, and flat-out wrong religious half-truths that are rapidly accreting on the edges of the infoscape. Ignorant heretical dogs! Soon the fires of hell will toast your tootsies! 'Ware the wrath of the Jealous And Most Correct God, who will pound your misguided noggins into the mud of truth and then do a funny little dance on your upraised rumps, sort of like a Divine Hokie-Pokie, and man that's what it's really all about! Just you wait! Rrrrrghh...!
Huh.
Apparently, it's lunchtime.
Toodle-oo!
