Whew!! We’re up to 60% less Crazy!!

I figured it was about time to start blogging again now that the new meds have kicked in and I don’t feel like crying and/or killing people 23.45 hours of the day.  I’ve also decided that updating this site every day is just too damn much and leads me to write about shit that is completely uninteresting, so while I will be updating with some semblance of frequency, you’ll probably only get 2-3 updates a week.  Unless of course, something amazingly strange happens and then I’ll be forced to tell you immediately.

 

So yeah…the new meds are working great and I’m actually back in the gym and only eating shit that is fit for rabbits and hippies, but I’m feeling so much better.  Although, truth be told, I’d kill my mother for a bag of Doritos right now.  Then again I’d probably consider killing my mother for $40 bucks and a pack of cigarettes, so I’m not sure that’s the best measure of how much I NEED a freaking bag of Doritos.  Can you tell I’m about to end up on the evening news if Mom does not get out of my guest room and get her own damn apartment soon?

 

Wait…can you call it a “Guest Room” when the same person has occupied it for 18 months?  I’m thinking that after 2 goddamn weeks, the term “Guest” no longer applies.

 

In other news, Nick and I are planning a trip out to L.A. in July to see the wonderful and amazing Nikki and her new husband, Jeff…and no, for those of you that are unaware…the Amazing Nikki is not a magician, she’s my fabulous sister.  This will be fantastic if Nick and I can make these arrangements without getting a divorce.  Case in point….this is how the planning has been going, wrapped up in one easy phone conversation for your mocking pleasure:

 

Nick: All the good hotels are either far away from Santa Monica or else they’re too expensive.

 

Me: Well, we don’t have to stay in Santa Monica, that’s just where Nikki lives.  If we’re renting a car we can pretty much stay wherever we want.

 

Nick: Yes, but you’re picky about hotels. 

 

Me: I’m not picky about hotels, I just don’t want to stay in a flea bag, hole in the wall hotel.

 

Nick: There’s a Ramada in Santa Monica that is reasonable.

 

Me: (after a prolonged pause):  A Ramada?  Really?

 

Nick:  Let me guess…that qualifies as a hole in the wall hotel.

 

Me:  What about that hotel in Pretty Woman?  You know…not the one that Julia Roberts was living in and had to look for rent money in the toilet tank…the one Richard Geere was in?

 

Nick: Dead Silence…followed by something that sounded like him banging his head against the wall.

 

Yeah…there is a SLIGHT chance we can make it through the trip planning process without him killing me, but somehow I doubt it.  Oh…and if anyone has any suggestions on things I must do while in L.A. please let me know, just as long as they’re not near the Santa Monica Ramada….cause, a girl’s gotta have some standards, ya know.