Alright alright, well first I guess I should maybe apologize if I've been snarky to you lately. You see, I was so busy this weekend that I didn't remember to refill my meds until like, midnight, which wouldn't work. And then I finally got them called in and kept forgetting to pick them up, until midnight, which doesn't work on account of the pharmacy that takes my stupid insurance closing at 9.... anyways, 5 days with no SSRI meds? and no
thyroid meds? Just about killed me.
(Well, mostly it just about killed everyone that came within three feet of me, but the point is that nobody is dead and I'm now in a medicine-induced state of being.... And I like it that way.)
In other news, my house is actually managing to remain fairly clean and non-toy filled. Not that I packed up any toys, no, not three boxes worth. Meanwhile, how do I have three boxes of toys? Didn't I throw all the crap away? Seriously. I'm the master thrower-outer. hmmm, not catchy enough. Master Chucker? Master Chuck? Ooh, I like it. I'll be Mombabe the Master Chuck. (are you shaking in your knickers? imagine my head on Chuck Norris' body....
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Isn't it even better than you imagined?
Now I have to install some closet doors, so if you'll excuse me, please.
Isn't it even better than you imagined?