i feel like answering the phone "hell" instead of "hello" again
if i don't get a vacation right soon, i'm gonna end up on the news. i just know it.
i can't function like this. i've gone from getting no sleep and barely functioning to too much sleep and not functioning at all. i've got an appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow and i'm going to try to talk to her about getting rid of the abilify (or weaning me off of it or whatever they have to do) to see if that has ANY positive effects.
supremegoddess1 just called and asked me to make waffles and i almost started crying. i don't want to make waffles. maybe if the damn C-130s stop flying over the house i'll make some fucking waffles. and i know that statement makes no sense.
dammit i really don't want to work tonight, but at least this is the only night i have to work. i'm bored with the drama already. can't we just cut it out and come to work to, you know, work?
maybe it's PMS. maybe it's my imaginary PTSD acting up, although i have no idea what waffles have to do with that. (i say imaginary PTSD because the VA doc decided that i didn't have it bad enough to warrant attention.) what do i know? this sucks and something isn't right. i need to start today over again.
i can't function like this. i've gone from getting no sleep and barely functioning to too much sleep and not functioning at all. i've got an appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow and i'm going to try to talk to her about getting rid of the abilify (or weaning me off of it or whatever they have to do) to see if that has ANY positive effects.
supremegoddess1 just called and asked me to make waffles and i almost started crying. i don't want to make waffles. maybe if the damn C-130s stop flying over the house i'll make some fucking waffles. and i know that statement makes no sense.
dammit i really don't want to work tonight, but at least this is the only night i have to work. i'm bored with the drama already. can't we just cut it out and come to work to, you know, work?
maybe it's PMS. maybe it's my imaginary PTSD acting up, although i have no idea what waffles have to do with that. (i say imaginary PTSD because the VA doc decided that i didn't have it bad enough to warrant attention.) what do i know? this sucks and something isn't right. i need to start today over again.