i have to go out to the patio closet and look for my skinny clothes. that is such a pleasant sentence to write. i never thought i'd lose the seroquel weight that i put on. and now it's gone. and more is going. i pre-tied my shorts and they were falling down at that tie in two weeks. i don't know what it is, and i don't much care.
i want doc to get up and wake up, a two hour deal. i want him to be awake so we can talk about the scooter. he's still in the disbelief he has it. i know he won't let me touch it for a while, it looks like i'm taking the bus to the doctor's after all on sept seventh. bummer. we'll see what happens. he may be happy about my excitement to get out of the house and go back to therapy and maybe do some stuff during the day instead of making him run all the errands.
happy happy joi joi.