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2005-04-24 7:18 p.m. My handwriting was weird today at least insofar as writing numbers went. I wonder why that was? Does it say something about me? This abrupt change in handwriting? Nah. I just don't have anything to talk about. Or think about. Hey, I found it strange, okay? Nothing spectacular has happened the last few days so let's toss that hope away! Nothing bad has happened either so go team me. Just more of the same, bought some books and the new Garbage CD. It's pretty damn depressing if I were depressed...in the slightest, which I'm not. I like a couple of songs off of it but I like their older stuff better but that could just be because I'm not used to it. New DMB CD....a mere few weeks away. Anyway, there's this upheval at work the last couple of weeks, this big shake up that I'm none too pleased about. So I was talking to an old supervisor about some issues and trying to explain how I didn't want to go into my whole being crazy thing with a person I didn't know (not because I'm ashamed of it but because most people don't get how problematic it is if they didn't know the 'before' me). He kept going 'you're not crazy' I'd answer 'yeah I am actually. it's certifiable'. Finally he relented. I think he thought I was seeking reassurance or some such thing wherein I was just stating facts. I was batshit crazy a little over a year ago, I see no reason to gloss over the truth. He knew me then. I'm embarrassed by my past actions but at the same time I accept that I was sick. I'm not so sick anymore. And as long as you don't call my meds 'happy pills', we'll get along fine. I hate when people call psychiatric meds 'happy pills'. Hate. Bleh. As of June 1st my days off change. Yay. Or not so much but it's not that bothersome. Maybe something spectacularly wonderful will happen tomorrow? I have this feeling that something wonderful is around the corner. *crosses fingers*
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