Welcome you who followed directions. See I redid the joint too. Are you shocked. Didn’t think so. And yeah… that’s profanity. Live with it. Aren’t I world’s most pleasant person right now? Nope. I still hold the title of “Dame if you piss me off I might cut your arm off with a butter knife and beat you with it.” I’m bitchy and depressed. What’s worse than being bitchy and depressed? Being bitchy and depressed and not able to shop because you don’t have any money and it’s raining so you can’t go outside to dig up plants just for the hell of it.
The cold and gray is getting to me. My joints ache, my skin is pale and I am in such bad need of a haircut I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror. I passed up buying a really cute sweater this weekend because I thought $10 for a regular price $70 sweater was a bit too much. Either that or I kept hearing the trusty husband in the back of my mind saying, “we’ll really need to watch our spending until I get paid.” Gah! I hate that. It’s the same thing I heard in my head when I passed up the $35 leather boots that since I have been saying man a good pair of boot would look hott with this outfit. Even hunting girl scouts didn’t brighten my day. Sure the cookies tasted good, but I didn’t suck down a whole box in one sitting. I ate maybe 8 cookies. That. is. it. Sad really.
I need a Bahamavention.
I did some research on seratonin deficiency last night and found some really interesting things. There actually is a way to naturally treat depression. The catch is the natural way is with tryptophan. That stuff in turkey that makes you sleepy. So either I need to eat a whole Thanksgiving dinner every day or score me some tryptophan itself. Although there is a catch. The FDA banned tryptophan from being a dietary supplement after an incident that killed some people. Of course it wasn’t the tryptophan that killed them, but a byproduct from the manufacturing process. The FDA lifted the ban, but only made tryptophan available in prescriptions. So that would mean I would have to go back to the therapist and beg for the drugs or find an alternative. I did just that and I’m off to buy it this afternoon. I’ll let you know how it goes. The side effects happen to be digestive related so this may or may not work.
When I told the trusty husband that tryptophan is a treatment for depression he said, “trip-to-miami.” I sure could go for a trip to Miami, but the furthest I’m going this week is my mailbox.