just got my own bac!
bruuun! of course you weren't one of my goats in my dream! they are from the past, you are in my present. you are lovely - like my goats were when they lived here (mostly) - those in the dream were menacing!
sheesh, sorry about your sorry ass boss, good golly! my bosses are very hands-off, which is a HUGE blessing.
um, brenda, i did get your jokes, i'm not that stupid, but they were, you dummie. (but i love you just the same.) and NO, i did NOT eat my 'belles! the may was adopted by the town dog catcher (after she was found trotting down the road, remember?), and the anna was bought by a most beautiful farm girl who winds her own angora yarn from her rabbits and knits it into bikinis that decorate the models on the covers of sports illustrated and elle magazines. she'll be keeping the goat for milk, and maybe making her a swimsuit. (it was ruca and chula whom we ate. don't hate me; they were very tasty, and very skittish, so i didn't miss them.)
weird thing happened today. i bet nobody here has ever experienced anything like this before... i was driving home, and these thoughts in my head kept dictating that i wanted to stop and buy vodka. but i really didn't! those thougths just kept poking their noses in and trying to tell me what i wanted, it was so annoying! finally, after 25 minutes of this nonsense, in a great sweep of victory, i cruised right past the liquor store. an hour later, after picking up my son, the same thing happened again, near the other liquor store on my path. dag nab it! wtf is that?! i guess it might be the 120 mg instead of 160. good news is, i told the voices to shut the fuck up the second time, and they did. it took some conscious steering, though, not to turn into the lot of the promised land. maybe i'm not indifferent anymore, at least not today. but shit, i really, really, really want to be careful not to let too much time pass while taking hdb. it scares me more than a little. what else is happening to my brain, to my body (about which i worry less)? we really don't know yet. obviously, for the time being, this is much better than my pint-a-day habit, but, i'm uncomfortable with the unknown of a long future on hdb. for now, though, i'll just sit where i am and carefully watch what happens.
bruuun! of course you weren't one of my goats in my dream! they are from the past, you are in my present. you are lovely - like my goats were when they lived here (mostly) - those in the dream were menacing!
sheesh, sorry about your sorry ass boss, good golly! my bosses are very hands-off, which is a HUGE blessing.
um, brenda, i did get your jokes, i'm not that stupid, but they were, you dummie. (but i love you just the same.) and NO, i did NOT eat my 'belles! the may was adopted by the town dog catcher (after she was found trotting down the road, remember?), and the anna was bought by a most beautiful farm girl who winds her own angora yarn from her rabbits and knits it into bikinis that decorate the models on the covers of sports illustrated and elle magazines. she'll be keeping the goat for milk, and maybe making her a swimsuit. (it was ruca and chula whom we ate. don't hate me; they were very tasty, and very skittish, so i didn't miss them.)
weird thing happened today. i bet nobody here has ever experienced anything like this before... i was driving home, and these thoughts in my head kept dictating that i wanted to stop and buy vodka. but i really didn't! those thougths just kept poking their noses in and trying to tell me what i wanted, it was so annoying! finally, after 25 minutes of this nonsense, in a great sweep of victory, i cruised right past the liquor store. an hour later, after picking up my son, the same thing happened again, near the other liquor store on my path. dag nab it! wtf is that?! i guess it might be the 120 mg instead of 160. good news is, i told the voices to shut the fuck up the second time, and they did. it took some conscious steering, though, not to turn into the lot of the promised land. maybe i'm not indifferent anymore, at least not today. but shit, i really, really, really want to be careful not to let too much time pass while taking hdb. it scares me more than a little. what else is happening to my brain, to my body (about which i worry less)? we really don't know yet. obviously, for the time being, this is much better than my pint-a-day habit, but, i'm uncomfortable with the unknown of a long future on hdb. for now, though, i'll just sit where i am and carefully watch what happens.
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