i'm having a good day, but i'm all discombobulated. i slept until almost 2 this afternoon. i took my weekend med cocktail last night, 3 trazadone, xanax, and antipsychotic. it's the extra trazadone and xanax that keep me asleep and relaxed. i remember getting up sometime after sunrise to go to the bathroom and doc wasn't home. he had gone out with the guys. he was here when i woke up at 2, and we got to talk a little bit before he fell asleep in his chair.
though he's not fully asleep. his feet are still moving. until they stop, he's still partly awake. you learn these things over 14 years. god, i can't believe we've been together that long. wow. we're getting old.
maybe that's why i hate drum circles so much. i can't believe people on wall street expect to be taken seriously when they're sitting around playing bongos and dancing around like they're on drugs. why must every demonstration turn into a grateful dead tailgate? it detracts from the people down there trying to actually make a point. it really pets my peeve.
though he's not fully asleep. his feet are still moving. until they stop, he's still partly awake. you learn these things over 14 years. god, i can't believe we've been together that long. wow. we're getting old.
maybe that's why i hate drum circles so much. i can't believe people on wall street expect to be taken seriously when they're sitting around playing bongos and dancing around like they're on drugs. why must every demonstration turn into a grateful dead tailgate? it detracts from the people down there trying to actually make a point. it really pets my peeve.