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*beats moods into submission*
Sep. 24th, 2003 12:35 am*swallows yet another 600mg of Neurontin*
*looks around*
So, are my moods stable yet? *taps foot impatiently*
Well, I refuse to count being depressed for several days "stable." Fuck that, I say.
Take that, stupid fucked-up brain chemistry! *stabs brain chemistry with mood stabilisers*
*sigh*
Anyway, what just made my Monday even more special apart from what's already been discussed (sort of) was that some asshole broke the *other* mirror on my car. The one on the driver's side.
Yes, the Universe in its infinite wisdom decided to take a piss on my head this weekend and kept on going into the beginning of the week.
Oh, and George vomitted on the floor this morning. That's the problem with giving him wet food: he bolts it like there's no tomorrow, and then sicks it up again, the twit. He never listens to me when I tell him to eat it slowly. This is when I discovered that Bounty really *is* better than generic paper towels. Go figure. I still lurve my Fantastic. Is there nothing that substance can't fix? (Oh, yeah... sticky stuff on dry erase boards. Never mind.)
My father wants to come with me when I get the car mirror fixed (and get my 15,000 km check-up —sweet car, has it really been that long?). Translation: he doesn't think that incompetent little girly me can do it "properly" without him holding my hand and taking charge. *sigh*
Of course, if I say "no" then his feelings'll get hurt, and then I'll never hear the end of it. So I'm going to be a good little doormat and take it. Or else I'll be passive-aggressive and schedule it at a time when he can't come with me.
...
So apparently there's a kind of outing to Passeport as a send-off to April. At MIDNIGHT. O_O I'm going to go because I feel suitably guilty about not going on Monday, but God knows what I would have done if I *had* gone on Monday... Anyway, April says![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave's going to be there, but frankly he tends to keel over at 10pm and he's already had one late night this week. Even if he's up to it (which he won't be), I'm thinking that the Spousal Unit won't let him. ;)
Okay, off to bed with me. Am still depressed (everyone, pray for a manic swing before tomorrow night :P), and I get the feeling that if I continue typing I'm going to say things I'll regret in the morning. Cool, huh? I don't even have to get drunk!
*looks around*
So, are my moods stable yet? *taps foot impatiently*
Well, I refuse to count being depressed for several days "stable." Fuck that, I say.
Take that, stupid fucked-up brain chemistry! *stabs brain chemistry with mood stabilisers*
*sigh*
Anyway, what just made my Monday even more special apart from what's already been discussed (sort of) was that some asshole broke the *other* mirror on my car. The one on the driver's side.
Yes, the Universe in its infinite wisdom decided to take a piss on my head this weekend and kept on going into the beginning of the week.
Oh, and George vomitted on the floor this morning. That's the problem with giving him wet food: he bolts it like there's no tomorrow, and then sicks it up again, the twit. He never listens to me when I tell him to eat it slowly. This is when I discovered that Bounty really *is* better than generic paper towels. Go figure. I still lurve my Fantastic. Is there nothing that substance can't fix? (Oh, yeah... sticky stuff on dry erase boards. Never mind.)
My father wants to come with me when I get the car mirror fixed (and get my 15,000 km check-up —sweet car, has it really been that long?). Translation: he doesn't think that incompetent little girly me can do it "properly" without him holding my hand and taking charge. *sigh*
Of course, if I say "no" then his feelings'll get hurt, and then I'll never hear the end of it. So I'm going to be a good little doormat and take it. Or else I'll be passive-aggressive and schedule it at a time when he can't come with me.
...
So apparently there's a kind of outing to Passeport as a send-off to April. At MIDNIGHT. O_O I'm going to go because I feel suitably guilty about not going on Monday, but God knows what I would have done if I *had* gone on Monday... Anyway, April says
fearsclave's going to be there, but frankly he tends to keel over at 10pm and he's already had one late night this week. Even if he's up to it (which he won't be), I'm thinking that the Spousal Unit won't let him. ;)Okay, off to bed with me. Am still depressed (everyone, pray for a manic swing before tomorrow night :P), and I get the feeling that if I continue typing I'm going to say things I'll regret in the morning. Cool, huh? I don't even have to get drunk!
