May 31, 2018

dueling mammals

I desire this plushie.  Yes.
The worst has happened:  The shit-house rats and the aardvarks have met each other.  This happened in a dream last night, which happens to be the first night that I took a newly-prescribed lithium tablet, but I doubt that has anything to do with it because the dose is so low it's practically non-existent.

And I can't even remember the dream.  I just remember waking up with some sort of profound revelation about some celebrity's life that probably resembles the revelations that one experiences while doing acid or smoking a joint.  I wouldn't know.  I've never tried non-prescription drugs.  I didn't have the right friends in high school or college.

I know the rats and aardvarks met because they immediately hated each other.  The aardvarks are accustomed to having run of the dreams and are content to leave them weird enough but not tinged with that sense of "OMG I figured out a hitherto unknown truth about the Universe" ... the shit-house rats, on the other hand, have no respect for me whatsoever, and --

-- You know what?  I don't even know why I started this post.  I have no idea where I wanted to go with that train of thought, with Lunesta and lithium fighting.  Never mind.  Let us never speak of this again.

I can tell you that the football-kicking pain has dulled a little, enough to notice and enough to appreciate.  Not gone, but like I've had some brain-Advil.  The edge is off.

Coffee is off, too, but it doesn't count as a cancellation because the person is legitimately cat-yarking sick with bronchitis and their life sucks right now and I actually find myself angry at their immune system, but mostly sincerely hoping they feel better soon, because I know how much bronchitis sucks because of how I used to inhale stomach acid in my sleep before the gastric bypass and wake up coughing it up, and then I'd get bronchitis starting the next day, complete with a fever and metallic-tasting acid-soaked cough-loogies.

I just had to add "yarking" to the dictionary in Blogger.  I don't understand how it can have about four million blogs hosted on it and not know "shat" and "yarking".  Even if it's a personal dictionary, it should definitely know those two words by now.

p.s. If there are any therapists reading this, please remember to click on "June" tomorrow instead of checking in for two weeks and thinking that I'm dead because I haven't written anything.

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