I don;t think this new medication is working for me. In fact, I think it's making me worse. I have more days that it just feels too hard to do anything. Like today, when all day the thought of even getting dressed both made me tired and sent me into a panic. I know I should bathe and do girly stuff like shave my legs but I can't be bothered; it just seems too hard. I guess that's why I didn';t shave my legs for a long time. But now that I've started I don;t really want to stop. honestly, I feel cleaner when I do it.
The cats have a brand new way of annoying me--by tipping over the trash can in the bathroom and dragging the garbage all over the place so the floor is continually covered with dryer lint, old q-tips, sanitary napkin wrappers, etc. Honestly, you;d think they were dogs sometimes. Also, another feline creature has decided that the laundry basket is a good place to pee in the night, so I am continually doing laundry to keep up. Fortunately except for once whichever feline it is has coinfined this behaviour to the dirty laundry.
Sometimes I hate living in a small town. Like tonight, we got a yen (no pun intended) for Chinese food. The nearest Chinese place is 30 miles away. Darling Husband graciously offered to go and get the food, but it's still 30 minutes there, 30 waiting for the order (okay, maybe less) and 30 back. We have a chest with a hot pad we can pack the stuff in so hopefully it won;t be too cold by the time it gets to the table.
Why is it that I have developed this habit of staring down the street every time I pass the dining room window to see if the toxic bitch's car is in her driveway? It hasn't been a lot. Maybe she's hanging out with her shiny new boyfriend. Maybe she's going to move! I can only hope.
About the only good thing I can say about recent days is that I have stopped dreaming about vampires.
Must drink more water.
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