And to think, I used to like vw. Hrumph.
Don't shoot the messanger!
'Heart Of Gold'
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And to think, I used to like vw. Hrumph.
Don't shoot the messanger!
Something in her new meds requires that she stay out of the sun for 5 days post-treatment.
what, like she's going to burst into flame if she gets touched by the sun?
Once you hit 30, it's all downhill from there in that department.
I've heard this before, but it's still sooooo depressing.
I remember when I was in high school, and I'd get so annoyed at my mom when she couldn't find a word. We still have some differences, but this one I completely repent!
Plus, I think ADs make you stupid. I know they've made me stupider.
I remember hearing Betsy and ita talk about some of the various drugs they tried and the mind-fuzzing things they did, and i was like "Aaagh, I don't know if I could do that". Don't tell me I just get OLD and start losing things!
Plus, I think ADs make you stupid. I know they've made me stupider.
They make me more forgetful when I'm on them.
The migraines make me so stupid, though, it's hard to tell if I'll ever not be stupid again. I bolted from work because between everything, I couldn't even take numbers off a phone call right. So I welcome the fuzz of my Percoset overlords.
And yet they use (some) ADs to treat (some) ADD. Neuropharmacology is whack.
I'll take the loss of words in order to have the stable moods. I'm all for better living through chemistry.
I'm not sure about the stupidifyingness of my AD. (Although the fact that I thing A chud haf rite "stultifyingtude" maks mee wundur.)
ION, I have spent a productive evening writing study guides for Hamlet Acts 4 and 5, a.k.a. "DIE DANISH MOTHAFUCKAS, DIE!!" and Romeo and Juliet, alias 13 IS TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO MARRY: SEE "DEATH."
And I am grading character diaries and cartoon strips for Act I of R+J, which are HIGHLARIOUS. Damn, I gotta save some of these and scan 'em over the summer. Some are quite good, though, and it's nice to see my 9th graders trying to throw in Shakespearean language.
Ok, I totally geeked out there for a sec. I am stepping away from the rubrics now, I swear. I have cigarettes and a brownie calling me back from the edge...