Another day.
So far I don't feel the same "Tripping major ballsack" (thank you 21 Jump Street) effect.  Of course now that I've said that it's only a matter of time before I eat those words.  So far I'm good, focused.  Not the phenomenal mood of yesterday.  Man, I was chipper.  I wasn't even a total asshole to husband!  How strange!  The dog pissed me off pretty hardcore by attempting to chew the furniture after stealing multiple items around the house to chew on and not responding to the toys I kept giving him.  I was a little rage-tastic, but nothing crazy, just explosions of frustration in my head.  Whatevs.
Today I'm tasking myself, I have a plan.  Really liking strange music again.  Non-medicated Jill doesn't give a shit about music, music is for listening to in the car while bored, or cleaning.  Medicated Jill intently listens to instrumental music (weird.) and feels every bass string.  Do like.  I know that it's odd behavior though and do not like.  Husband even mentioned it yesterday.  I don't care for this new development very much, I know it's a harmless change, but it's not really me.  Perhaps it's the Better Me!  *sardonic snort*