Do Your Thang

I actually have a funny story to tell.  I know, I know…this blog has been gloom and doom and whining lately, but sometimes funny things happen even though you want to drive your car into an embankment feel depressed. 

I had very little sleep both Sunday and Monday night, so needless to say I was very tired yesterday.  So, I went to IOP yesterday and tried to stay awake, tried to stay awake on my way home, and then had a dentist’s appointment. 

I actually fell asleep in the chair, and, get this, slept through the dentist drilling and filling two cavities.  When they raised my chair into the sitting position, I woke up. 

Dentist:  Did you know that you talk in your sleep?

Me:  I’ve been told that.

Dentist:  We won’t tell you what you said.

Oh dear Lord…apparently I made such a damn fool out of myself that they won’t even tell me what I said.  Hopefully I wasn’t having a hot sex scene in the shower dream or one of my more violent, shoot-em up kind of dreams.  Let’s just hope I was saying something like, “Oh, look at the pretty birdies.”  Or something. 

At any rate, I made it home and took a three and a half hour nap and woke up feeling totally rested.  And then slept like shit again last night.  Nothing like a little rapid-cycling and disturbed circadian cycle to add joy to my life. 

I don’t remember much about yesterday, since I basically sleep-walked through the day.  I vaguely remember that there is a new annoying girl in group that rambles a lot and that we were plotting her demise bitching about her on smoke breaks.  And I remember that I took a nap and fell asleep at the dentist’s.  The rest is pretty much a blur. 

I am feeling slightly more awake today, probably due to the two pots of coffee I have drank so far this morning.  I’ve made plans to go to Dad’s tonight and have dinner.  He is also going to grill me up some chicken that I bought, so that I can have it for the rest of the week.  What can I say?  He’s a good grill-guy. 

I am trying to be optimistic about the day, and have been able to do that through self-soothe techniques (listening to music) I have been using this morning, and a nice healthy dose of Klonopin.  That and I always feel more optimistic when I have had a lot of caffeine.  Don’t know what I’d do without it. 

DHut:  Does pizza have parsley on it?

Me:  That’s oregano, most likely.

DHut:  Oh.  I just sprinkled parsley all over my pizza on accident.

Me:  Won’t hurt you.  Doesn’t taste like anything.

DHut:  Makes it so colorful.

I could go on and on about funny stories involving DHut.  Like how some teenaged kid called the other night during the fish fry to ask about breeding rabbits and DHut gave him all kinds of pointers, in a very matter-of-fact, here’s exactly what you do type-of-way.  It was fairly hilarious, but I don’t remember enough of the exact conversation to quote him, other than he kept saying…

DHut:  Try xyz and just let him do his thing. 

Heheheh. 

This song isn’t particularly relevant to this blog, but I like it DAMMIT, and this is my blog, and, I mean, really, everyone can use a little Tom Petty to kick off the day.

Tom Petty You Don’t Know How it Feels to Be Me