While just randomly playing with my keyboard, I clicked on the first link I saw on my gmail page, listed as a chat buddy's status: www.bloxes.com. Now they just have to come up with some alternative colors and these things could be not just awesome, but fucking awesome.

Not driving often allows one to not actually look at their driver's license. Especially the expiration date. Apparently, mine expired on my birthday in 2007. Because I didn't realize this within a year of expiration, I have to retake both the written and road tests. So last Weds I had off and not realizing I'd have to do all of this, just went ( Read more... )

I'm really digging this Joan Baez records Mike gave me. Oh, how I do love my lovely record player. And oh, how I do love my lovely Nicholas. We were both rather ill yesterday, but after a long sleep, I feel much better. Not sure about him though ( Read more... )

Today I am cubed. This is a monumental birthday, numbers-wise, as you only hit a cube, maybe 4 times in one's lifetime. So far, it's the best one I can remember, and the fun hasn't even started yet. Thankfully, I found someone to work for me, so I have the day to myself to accept phone calls, play with toys, have meg-only time, and enjoy the ( Read more... )

This gift-giving event time started the first weekend of December for me, kinda. Just no presents, unless we count Thanksgiving. But anyway, family reunion x-mas party at Sokol Tabor was boring as ever. Some good food, unfortunately with some meat inconspicuously snuck in. Bastards. Spent time on the Bernard-Verschuren side of the room and ( Read more... )

Mexican hot chocolate is hot.

I've been around. So let's sum up. Went on down to Kentucky-lite for Thanksgiving. Food was tasty, but I wasn't all that hungry. My wine to food ratio was high on the wine side. Had some joy in scrabbulous ass kicking of Nick and Chris in a coffee house. A house made of coffee. It was "hot" and "steamy", and "brown". I had so much caffeine ( Read more... )

The problem with professional mental health therapy is they can't read my mind or witness my experiences, they can only go by what I tell them. And telling them what my issues are (other than depression) is difficult, especially when I didn't know what or how much to disclose. The more I read about bipolar disorders, the more I recognize symptoms ( Read more... )

I got through my intensive outpatient therapy program without killing anyone (most participants were extremely obnoxious, at least the last two weeks). The best thing I got out of it was structure and no copays to see my doctor as I waited for my mood stabilizer to start working. By the end, I felt "normal" and functional. Still need the ( Read more... )

I keep forgetting to journal. Bad Meggle. So here goes. I haven't killed myself yet. Yay? I'm taking a break from work before it made me completely broken. The results are in, the majority of my organs function sufficiently, except the brain. I just barely talked my way out of being admitted as an inpatient to a psychiatric hospital. I don' ( Read more... )