May 02, 2007

I was wearing my favorite jeans yesterday. They fit me so well. They don't stretch out and sag in the butt like alot of my pants do. So imagine my surprise when I looked down and saw that the crotch was starting to tear out near the bottom of the zipper.

Apparently they didn't fit me as well as I thought they did.

Some of you asked me what antidepressant I'm on. And I want to say chlamydia every time I think about answering that. But you know that's not right. It's Cymbalta. But for some reason, chlamydia keeps coming to mind. I should probably get in for a crotch check or something.

My family is referring to them as "The Little Motivating Pills".

Yesterday afternoon I took Thing 2 shopping for some band t-shirts. On our way to one store, that he'd decided was the only store he wanted to go to, he said "Can we go to the Maul, too?" And I started to fuss and whine. So he grabbed my purse and pretended to rummage through, saying "Where are those little motivating pills of yours?"

So I took him to the Maul. I encourage The Funny.

I started on Cymbalta last week and so far, I'm still pretty dang tired and still a little weepy. But it's only been a week and I'm not up to the dosage I'll be up to next week. I need something to get me up and off of that damn couch. I think I spent so much time on that damn couch that I about wore it out. And I think a prescribed drug is a whole lot better than cocaine. Well, not better, but more legal. And less addictive. Not that I know anything about cocaine but everytime I see those crackheads on Dr. Phil or Oprah, I'm a little jealous that they're up and off of their couches.

And I bet a whole lot of you are surprised that I spent alot of time on my couch, what with my being so peppy in my writing here.

You don't know everything, you know-it-part-ofs! (TM: Me)

I'm sure it's all relative but by early-afternoon, I was battling the horizontal. Hoping that a little nap would wake me up. But I've never been able to nap and never been able to shake off the lack of energy. Even with exercise and a great diet.

Speaking of diet. Cymbalta has stopped me from obsessing about food. I think. It could also be the fact that after years of subscribing to Weight Watchers on-line, I cancelled my subscription. Weight Watchers is an obsession inducer. You heard it here first but I'm sure some university out there is already working on a research project that will show that any day now.

I am finding that I'm more agreeable to going out now that I've been on this drug for a whole two days over a week. By the time it really kicks in, you people should be able to ask me to do anything and I'll agree.

I should see if Cymbalta is made in Stepford.

The anklets are in. So far, there are no amethyst anklets. There is no amethyst anything except for what was on there already. But not to worry, my amethyst lovers (as am I) I'm working on amethyst stuff right now (well, not right NOW. I'm writing a diary entry right now.) and I'll let you know when it gets posted.

But you should really go over to kitsch in art and sign up for the Notify list because the Notify List people get deals that non-notify list people don't get. And I've realized that they should be getting more deals because they are the chosen people. It just took a drug to get me to focus more on them!

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