Poor poor people on bloglines... 3 posts in as many hours?! I should be ashamed of myself.

One of the things that made me go see a psychotherapist was my brain. It just wasn't right for lack of a better word. It was always 'on'. Back in highschool and early college I used to sit in class and write out the lyrics to songs, songs that were in my head. I got fairly decent grades so it didn't detract from my schoolwork, but at the same time there were times when I just couldn't NOT write out the lyrics. So when I started getting songs stuck in my head again I was a little wary. Then. Jeeze. One night I lay in bed, try to sleep while listening to Barry type on the computer. I got a song stuck in my head. But before I could even finish a line or two I jumped to the next song; but with no correlation between songs (so think a jumbled, fucked up version of the Elephant Medley from Moulin Rouge) even when I realized that it simply was not normal I couldn't stop myself. THAT freaked me out and I got up and took some sleeping pills.

I was really tired today. Like majorly. And for about 1hr after I took the Lexapro I was happily drowsy. Now, even though I am tired and want to sleep, my mind is saying crap (and you know this is crap) like, "Angela lets do ALL of the laundry" and "Angela there are 19 episodes of X show on Tivo to watch--- not to mention Prime and Jarhead" or "Angela, let's take a shower then put in Carmen Electra's Strip Tease Aerobics and exercise---at 3 oclock in the morning!!" but I think my favorite is this one "Angela lets clean the house and take the garbage out--- that way we could go outside!! OUTSIDE! HEY, WE COULD GO OUTSIDE!" And before you think, no f--king way is that happening; I am having all the thoughts, or just did before I stopped trying to think, but they weren't audible and none of them were actually addressed 'Angela'. However, the going outside thing seemed really appealing, which is bothersome because it's 3 am and the last time I was on my porch at 3 am I caught some freakazoid wierdo on my neighbor's porch watching me while I tried to keep my bathrobe shut and deal with Roadkill. *shudder* which well freaked me out, you know?

Anyhow, I am going to opt for the laundry so I can vacuum in my office tomorrow. I kinda sorta want to change my bed (god knows it needs it) but then if I changed my bed I'd have to take a shower and I just wasted twenty minutes typing on blogger... (I have this THING about being icky and then getting into a clean fresh bed-- it just isn't the done thing. eww gross) ok. ttfn

hopefully I wont come back for a few hours. Now I am starting to understand why sometimes I am overly annoying and it gets on Barry's nerves. It's so nice of him to have stuck with me through everything. 7 years is a long time. :)