It's not that I'm depressed and that is what's bothering me. If I was bummed this would be normal. I just kinda want to get real high and do it, but I'm also out of smoke.

Also bothering me is that I sliced off about a quarter inch round section of my fingerprint last night while cooking.

none of my messages on MSN are getting through. :7(

myself.

hate when that happens

I want to dig a hole in myself and climb inside.

i'm hungry

too much stress

You probably shouldn't do that.

But what do I know, I'm just a doctor.

Know any good "doctor, doctor" jokes?

the past

Doctor Doctor I swallowed a bone.
Are you choking?
No, I really did!

That's the only thing that really hurts me much now. I dwell so much.

That my vacation starts on monday but yet feels so far away.

car repairs

grumble grumble

I blew it. After months of the 23 year old baby sitter dropping hints and giving me the vibe hardcore, I went for it. Didn't even have sex, but of course she went to my ex, her friend and employer, and made me into the one who did everything. Not even close to the truth, but I'm fucked and I knew I was asking for it. Divorce proceedings likely derailed when they were going smooth and genial. Loss of a friend who I was feeling pretty affectionate towards. And while I'm not the dog I'm getting called, I can't completely shake the label, because I should have at least waited until the divorce was final. Fucking slap myself in the face repeatedly annoying.

This giant isopod is bothering me.

I don't have any advice. If it's any consolation, I have reached new depths of sentimental despair which made me so fed up with life's complications, I can only understand going for drastic changes rather than the self-destruction I am normally inclined to. That or more sinister turns, which ultimately would hurt myself more than anyone else.

i think my neighbors are retaliating at my complaints of the stench down there by stuffing garbage in my mailbox and not taking their shit out of the dryer.

Sorry to hear that. I don't really need advice. A modicum of common sense the next time temptation of the most cliched type imaginable comes knocking at my door (and it has, I have interns at work I could make this type of mistake with too if I really wanted to be an emotional and psychological moron).

So yeah, despite all the drama your internet audience may revel in, as a virtual friend, I say stay away from the more sinister turns. They make for great posts, but no fun to actually live through.

Why?


This headache/near-migraine I've had for the past 4 days. It's most likely from the Wellbutrin I started a few weeks ago. Why does there have to be a negative to every positive? I'm going to tough it out for a while longer to see if it's just an adjustment effect.