Amber, on wacked out brain chemistry

Grumble, grumble, grumble. My nerves have been bad lately. I guess that's the only accurate way to put it. No dramatic disease, no "rather delicate condition" (heh, I CANNOT believe I just put a "Titanic" reference in here). Just a bad emotional spell probably brought about by my weird chemistry. I've been nauseous, weepy, sleepy, and just plain paranoid. By this point, I'm feeling much better, and wondering what the heck I was thinking. But my leg is asleep. Damnit.

Ok, so I'm better, yes. Not 100%, no not by any means. But better :)
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I feel Summer creepin' in and I'm
tired of this town agaaaaiinnn.
--Tom Petty, "Last Dance with Mary Jane"

I have no idea how this song made me feel better.

Let me just say that "Everything's Eventual," a collection of short stories by Stephen King, has been a most enjoyable read. I remember now why he is my favorite author, hands down. Man, I want to love how Stephen King writes: openly and without self-conscious bullshit. When it's scary, or dirty, or funny, or sad. . ..He just delivers.

It is at this point, in the spirit of Tony Awards acceptance speeches, that I'd like to thank Dave D. for putting up with my craziness. I've already thanked and apologized a million times, but heck, what's one more time eh?

OK! that's all for now I guess!