True story: Last week my doctor gave me a new drug to take for my ADD. I’m supposed to tell her if it works for me but I don’t know if it works because I’m supposed to take it 3 times a day but I can never remember to take it because I have ADD.
I also take a drug that fucks with your memory and I can never remember to have it refilled until I’ve forgotten so long that the drug is out of my system enough to actually remember shit.
I would pay good money to have someone else manage my drugs for me and make sure that they’re always refilled, authorized and mailed to me. And handed to me with water. With a flintstones vitamin. And a cocktail. I basically want to live in a retirement home, but without the old people. And I want the nurse who knows how to make Moscow Mules. I don’t think I’m asking for too much. Or possibly I am. It’s hard to tell because I ran out of anti-psychotics.
I think I just proved my own point. And not in a good way.
And in other news, it’s Sunday, which means its time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- My first (and possibly only) IMDb mention
- My Three Rules of Writing on For Book’s Sake
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Terrible real estate agent photographs.
- Colorized history
- Took this picture yesterday. Still giggling.
- I can’t explain why but I freaking love this.
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