it ain’t called “..adventures of a girl, her kitten, and her mood disorders” for nothing, kids. but i will try to sheild you from the darker sides of my moods. but.. i’m feeling rather bleak lately. sad but true. it’s obvious i had nothing to write about in my blog, so i had to become depressed.
not to worry! i am, as always, under careful medical supervision. there are a team of people, working on my bad mood. and, if i am going to be a writer, i guess i have to suffer for my art. what better way than to become depressed? and maybe just a little bit crazy. for that creative edge.
on the upside, tomorrow is eddie night. evildeb and i are sticking to the west side after work. we are going to go downtown, park the car and then proceed to run amuck. i’m fairly sure that there will be some Smart Cocktails Æ; involved there, somewhere. lord, let there be cocktails. and some food. some nosh! and loads of emotional denial.
today, when i went downstairs for a meeting, the entire first floor of my office building smelled like banana cream pie. or at least the east side of it did. wishful thinking, on my part, or clandestine pie eating contest? i do not know. once, up on the 2nd floor, we had an apple pie baking contest. i got to be a judge. it was awesome. so it’s possible they had a banana cream pie contest on the first floor.
Daily Archives: September 4, 2003
When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… and you’re never really awake.
ok. THAT’S an easy quote, internet friends. you know that one, right?
was it just last thursday morning i was talking about insomnia? i don’t know. anyway, woke up at a frightening 1:52 this morning. never went back to sleep. it’s reverse insomnia. no… reverse insomnia would be sleep. it’s inverted insomnia. i can get to sleep, i just can’t stay asleep. and let’s face, i’m getting to sleep because of DRUGS!! whoooo-hooooo.
so… sleep. as i may have mentioned before, i have diagnosed myself with sleep apnea, but i’ve never done anything more than declare it so. but my blood pressure it back up. and it shouldn’t be. i’m too young. but i was too young when it first become “high” blood pressure in the first place. i was reading about sleep apnea, and it can cause high blood pressure! yes! see? i knew it. i have sleep apnea. i was doing some research on sleep clinics, and my insurance coverage. it doesn’t say it’s NOT covered. but that doesn’t mean anything. i’ll probably have to call.
what this all means in that maybe, in the next few months, i will FINALLY go to a sleep clinic, like everyone has been telling me to do. it’s just… i don’t like people telling me what to do. why do you think it took me so long to get a breast reduction? it has to be MY idea. you think people would know that by now.
i didn’t get up right away. i snuggled with pru, and i alternated between my favorite games. game 1: ok jodi… you’ve just won the lottery, now what? and game 2: jean claude/ranger/roarke is my boyfriend. [it depends on my mood as to which one is my boyfriend.] then i finally got up and came into work at 6.
now i have to go write a very professional sounding letter. this takes effort on my part. a great deal of concentration… so that i don’t come off sounding like a kid.