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I love posting pictures to Facebook from my phone but I always get notifications asking if it should be tagged in “The Biggest Loser” weight loss contest and other various things.  I used to ignore them but now I’m saying yes.  Since I’ve never checked out that page, I figure it could reference the show or simply wonder who sucks.  Wanna see what I auto-tagged?  You might vomit, but my folder in my Facebook picture section is quite popular.  Sicko’s.

That’s right.  I did that.  On my own.  By request. During my detox from an anti-depressant that almost killed me.  I made time to pee in a cup.  I only have four pics in the Album, but here’s the link to it – sicko’s.

I’m cured.  Totally cured (ish).  I had a terrible week before this one and wrote it last night.  I might regret it.  It took me two hours and ended up having to be split into four parts, which is great since I need to auto-post because I’m going on vacation.

Well the shit med is out.  Completely out and the new is in.  I think from now on, I’m splitting the new in half.  I also will never drink caffeine again.  This new medication is designed to clear one’s head so they can focus and is a stimulant for those with sleep apnea and is now being used to treat bipolar disorder and I AM FUCKING FANTASTIC.

Today (well yesterday, I wrote this Monday.  While I was running in place, cleaning my house and playing with my children) is my husband’s birthday.  Since I was going off the rails on a crazy train, I completely forgot.  I woke up at three in the afternoon the day before his birthday (Sunday) to get my regular daily bipolar med that makes me just stable enough to get out of bed (albeit at three in the afternoon, but I got out of bed) and my son told me it was his father’s birthday (I checked the calendar to verify this statement and he was indeed correct).  My mother in law came over to watch the kids so we could go to dinner (took me two hours to get ready and I threw it up – still riding that train on Sunday) and we returned to an ice cream log cake and had to sing the awkward “Happy Birthday” song that no one ever wants to sing, unless it’s in Polish.  I shit you not.

This morning, my son said what I think is the funniest thing I’ve heard in the past three months (granted, I don’t remember the past three months).  Here is what he said-

“My dad has a log.  He knows it’s a log.  It’s a log that you eat.  You know, for his birthday.  A cake. “

I am currently grateful that I chose not to eat that log.  Just thinking of that statement makes me want to drop a deuce.  In fact, I just took a break to do just that.  Fairies and pixie dust.

I don’t remember the day, but I made a remark and said that I was in “Depression mode”.  The reply? “You mean you’re not in Depeche Mode?”   Dink. With credit for awesome.  Dink.

What amazes me is that I am remarkably popular in the virtual world but only have a handful of friends in the real world.  I’m grateful that both worlds bring me love, patience and attention.  What sucks is that most of them live about 40 minutes away since I moved from North Charlotte to South Carolina (one mile from South Charlotte) and well, it’s a 40 minute drive.

The beauty of virtual friends is that all you have to say is “brb” and you can come back whenever you want.  They may be there or they may not when you return, but they’ll eventually come back.

While I personally think I’m a great writer, I suck at the proper use of punctuation marks.  I’m working on a book (no I’m not) and my sister is great at editing (technically she never has actually edited a novel but if she says she’s good, I believe her.  She’s my sister.  I love her).   To prove she has the skills she claims to possess, she showed me a grammatical error in a Steven King book she read last month) so once I get back on track, she and I are going to collaborate on the GREATEST BOOK EVER, unless you are also writing a book and it’s better than mine in which case that statement is incorrect.

I am going to end the crazy random because my sweet (he just bit me) little two year old wants to cuddle so you go get yourself some random from one of my favorite Canadians over at The Un Mom.

I hate proofreading.

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