I’m having one of those days. Forgot my am meds and that’s thrown me. At least I can keep telling myself that I’ll feel better tomorrow and be reasonably certain it’s so. < whispers > bipolarsuxbipolarsuxbipolarsux < / whispers >

I always hate people who only contact me to

1. Tell me what to do
2. Tell me what I should make others do
3. Ask me for things
4. Threaten me with hellfire if I don’t love Jesus enough to forward some ignorant email to 30 people

I emailed one of those charming people today and said to remove me from all her email lists. So she called on the phone. haha! Joke’s on me! (I am loving caller ID right now, though. Praise whoever came up with that idea.)

Cripes, my whole life is parenthetical, I sometimes think. I’m going to go mope in the wing chair.

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