Such Fragile Things

White Page. We meet again.
I can never believe how hard it is to motivate myself to do one of these things now yet when I do it, I never feel more natural writing it. And by extension; it's how I am feeling about life. With every small task to every big one. I am not feeling anything much now. It's all gone pretty flat. I can fake smile and laughing it would seem but it never seems to fill out a void that was non existent just a few weeks ago. I don't feel things and I don't remember anything.
For example, my birthday a couple of days ago. I know I felt good for most of it. And I am pretty sure I had a great time and so did the others. But I don't think I remember any of it.
The reason this is has come to light in my head is because my councillor thinks I am incapable of remembering the good things in life. She theorises that will go away when the drugs kick in.
But, the result is that I am trying to remember what happened at any given time point. I can remember facts and things. Like; last Thursday I went to the doctor. He said continue treatment. Fact, I got in 20 minutes early. This should be a good thing, but all I remember is leaving with more questions that real answers.
So with that in mind, let it be documented that tonight was a good night. I went out with my house mate and his visiting friend to meet the house mate's friends. Turns out they were all from LGBT society. Bloody nice people. If not a bit sexually rampant... But I got through with no one touching me in places I didn't want. I also tried out those Punch bag things that records how hard you punch. I got 693. Beating the big guy by 20 points... Yay. Also, there is a pub in town that for £2.35, You can get a glass and free refills as much as you want. That was awesome.
I don't think I have much more to say. I am so tired at this point... But I met new people. Now to think on it.