Oh, and confidential to anyone who's read any of my last few posts. The meds lady was sitting right behind me. I smiled at her.

I feel like I should write this down while it's fresh, and well, because, in case any of you were just foaming at the mouth for yet one more person's experience watching the inauguration. Consider it my first act of service honoring the new Hunka Hunka Burning President. I want to put a macro in my computer so that every time I type "Obama" ( Read more... )

The meds lady went fine. I maybe should have taken my doctor's advice (not the meds doctor, my regular doctor) and not done the switch starting in October, because I do get seasonal stuff, so it's a hard time to try out a new medication. But I didn't. I just couldn't stand being on the Zoloft one minute longer than was necessary once I got it in ( Read more... )

I'm trying to prepare myself to see the meds doctor. She's actually a meds nurse practitioner, but she seems to know what she's doing. I went to her in the first place because one of my favorite depressed friends here told me that she is the psych meds guru in this area. I was going to complain that she keeps talking about treating my depression ( Read more... )

So, it's been more than a year and a half since I posted here. I suuuuuuck. I wonder if I have any friends left at all. No reason why I can't post more, I suppose. It's just like I'm talking to myself, but instead of looking crazy at work, I look productive. If I have no friends on my list left, as I suspect, it really is talking to myself. ( Read more... )

#264-272: 8 books
273: one piece wrapping paper
274: one gift bag
275: one box
276: one necklace
277: one greeting card
278-279: two large manila envelopes

It's a damn good thing I don't have to discount for all of the things I've taken in.

Bigass yard sale coming June 9. Watch this space.

#179 gift bag
#180-#191 sheets of wrapping paper
#192-#193 pieces of fleece
#194-#201 wooden animals
#202 wire hanger
#203-#208 cowboy figurines
#209-#242 articles of clothing
#243-#263 shoes

#172: wire hanger turned mobile for birthday gift for nanny
#173-#175: greeting cards from SA for nanny
#176-#178: three craft kits turned gifts for nanny

If I could count dollars I'd have been done yonks ago.

I can't believe I'm forty. FORTY. For-tee. The big 4-Oh! I can't believe my parents are old enough to have kids in their forties. I can't believe it will be more than eight years before Jeff turns forty, and until then, I will be in my forties the WHOLE time.

#170-171: two pairs of shoes given to the American Friends Service Committee for use in their fourth anniversary antiwar visual protest.

This fucking war is pissing me right off.