I feel good in the morning...only takes about 10 minutes after swallowing the little white pill. I can feel it seeping out of my stomach, throughout the rest of my body. Finally, it penetrates my brain, forcing the synapses to find each other and make some sort of a spark. Focus...c'mon, you can do it. I hate this job. This is not me, but it is me...it's all I know. It controls my life, but is that because I let it, or because I need it. Someone else take over for me. I surrender, I give up....you do it...I'm done. I need to rest. Ah, the little pill. Push those nasty thoughts right out of my mind. Back to work...clicky clack on my keyboard. Headphones in, drowning all the sycophants out. Get away from me, leave me alone to do my work. Creative thoughts swirl around in my head, nowhere to go, only to shrivel up and die because of another interruption from some idiot. 2:00pm and I need some coffee. A lot of coffee. Maybe I should have them increase my dosage? The confusion starts. What did she say? I'm supposed to do what now? I can't think. Let me call the doctor because the drug is wearing off....