Hyperemotional. Maybe it’s a paxil withdrawal thing. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s the old ADD emotions finally set free from Paxil. Whatever, I could do with a lot fewer days when tears are the first reaction to any setback. Too old for that shit. As they say.

At least the guy at the Toyota dealership knew I was serious that the seatbelt was broken, and wasn’t “fixed” by taking it apart and putting it back together. New one will be installed tomorrow, and I’ll get the nails that were ruined by the jammed seatbelt repolished next week. I can deal with the bumps and smudges until then.