On one note, I have decided for now to keep taking the meds. If I need that creativity back, like in the summer when I write a lot in books and such, I might stop taking them. But right now my life is a bit to hectic for me to be able to cope with even one less pill than usual. In fact, although I took my meds today, it wasn't quite enough to recover from yesterday, and I had this really counterproductive panic-attack during my calculus test. I spent 15 minutes so panicked that I wouldn't finish that I got absolutely nothing done (and consequently, had to stay five minutes after the bell frantically scribbling answers). And I remembered what I would go back, if I were to stop... and that was the best of it.

I was thinking more about art though (it is an intriguing subject to me), and I realized a lot of people who are good artists (NOT ALL) are a bit disconnected from the world, and see everything as if they are holding it at arms length (I realize I am making assumptions here, but I can because it's my blog and nobody told me I had to be politically correct). That's an interesting thought... that maybe, part of producting art is actually detatching and focusing emotion. That maybe you have to separate yourself completely from passion to create something passionate.

Interesting thought anyway.

Well I must go finish my very much neglected homework now.