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I’m so tired. I’m not getting a thing done. I’m not caring all that much either, so it works out. Can you believe it’s not even eleven yet? My GOD this day is dragging. Okay now it’s eleven forty-five. My brain is working so slowly that it took me forty-five minutes to think of that. Think of what? Yeah, I know. Pathetic. But hey! This is super disturbing. Discuss. Eleven fifty. Ho-kay. Funny story: Nick ordered a pizza last night and they said it would be there in under an hour. An hour and a half later, he called the place back to ask where our dinner was and they said they needed directions because they couldn’t find our street on the map. Nick says, “We’re right off Fairfield!” (We weren’t at my house, stalker.) The pizza man says, “Fairfield? Where is that?” Duh. He called a pizza shop like eight towns over. They obviously won’t deliver to us. So we ordered another one and I ate a salad while eyeing the pizza enviously. It looked so good, but NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS THIN FEELS. I said it loud so my brain AND my stomach would hear me. Stupid stomach. Never listens. Bored. Noon. Hungry. Dizzy. I told my neurologist I was dizzy all the time and lo and behold, he discovered that I have dangerously low blood pressure. Awesome. He can’t take me off the one pill that lowers it because I’ll have another stroke. So he doubled everything else. This should be fun. Hey! I’ll bet that’s why I’m so weird today. And – I’ll bet that’s why it took me so long to make the connection. Wow. Hi, brain. OH YAY. “Touch of Gray” just came on the radio. I fucking love this song. It reminds me of being young and happy and stoned and drunk and shrooming and playing with a glow in the dark whistling football at Weedstock. Also reminds me of the day I married my first husband. Ha! Did you even know I had a first husband? I’m so full of surprises. Must go noodle dance. Kids are: "Touch of Gray" Duh, I just TOLD you. Last person who pissed me off: Whoever made this MESS on my desk. Oh wait. Heard in my house: "Dude. Mommy would be mad if the house burnt down." Miss Anything? It's a boy! - 2006-12-12
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