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so i've got an officially official diagnosis of depression.
for some reason, i find that really funny. (i mean, REALLY funny) does this mean i'm deranged, too?
seriously, i can't even think "i'm depressed" without being amused. maybe THAT'S what the anti-depressants do.. when you think "i'm depressed" they make you laugh. yeah... no. that's really stupid.
anyway, i have issues, in case you haven't caught on. i'm in a weird mood, too. i've probably written about 2 pages of stuff on this post and deleted it again after re-reading it.
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there went another lengthy paragraph. yeah, i need some sort of social life so i'm not stuck at my computer at 11 o'clock at night wondering if editing your train of thought is normal. on that note, i'm going to go to bed so i can be up to mingle with the barbies at the nursing student "orientation rally!!" at least the guy i'm sitting next to is at least as much of a smart ass as me, and is just as miserable sitting through the hyper-animated soccer mom doing the majority of the presenting. that helps make it a little more bearable. you know, as long as he doesn't fall asleep and I quit swearing when she can hear me.
yeah, you want me to be in charge of your health care, don't you?
god help us all.
for some reason, i find that really funny. (i mean, REALLY funny) does this mean i'm deranged, too?
seriously, i can't even think "i'm depressed" without being amused. maybe THAT'S what the anti-depressants do.. when you think "i'm depressed" they make you laugh. yeah... no. that's really stupid.
anyway, i have issues, in case you haven't caught on. i'm in a weird mood, too. i've probably written about 2 pages of stuff on this post and deleted it again after re-reading it.
...
there went another lengthy paragraph. yeah, i need some sort of social life so i'm not stuck at my computer at 11 o'clock at night wondering if editing your train of thought is normal. on that note, i'm going to go to bed so i can be up to mingle with the barbies at the nursing student "orientation rally!!" at least the guy i'm sitting next to is at least as much of a smart ass as me, and is just as miserable sitting through the hyper-animated soccer mom doing the majority of the presenting. that helps make it a little more bearable. you know, as long as he doesn't fall asleep and I quit swearing when she can hear me.
yeah, you want me to be in charge of your health care, don't you?
god help us all.