Freudian Slip

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As I was wrapping up my weekly call with my sports psychologist tonight, we started to plan for next week's session. "I don't have my calendar with me today," she explained, "but let me try to remember what I have next week. Okay...I think New Year's is on the first...""Did you really just say that?" I asked, laughing. "That's so weird. I think it was on the first last year as well."

Happy Happy, Joy Joy

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My new company had its holiday party last Friday evening at a local Marriott. This was particularly exciting for me, as it was the first company holiday function I've attended that was not (a) held in the office conference room and (b) replete with unusual interpretations of traditional potluck contributions. I dressed in my cocktail finest, brought Bobby as my date (for the sole purpose of having someone on hand to repeatedly yank up my strapless dress), and had a wonderful time. I even drank a bit too much for the first time in over six months, which at this point in my life means I had 1.6 glasses of wine instead of 1.5. Rigorous biking has lowered my tolerance to a level that considers Robitussin to be on par with Everclear.The highlight of the evening, however, was the raffle. I dislike raffles because I continually get my hopes up ...continue reading.

And then I made up a holiday where an old man breaks into your house (while smoking!) and leaves gifts under the dead tree you’ve erected in your den.

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Bobby and I went out for breakfast this morning and dropped into Circuit City afterwards to browse. We saw a Wii set up with Mario Kart (translation: video game system, fun game) which reminded me of the days when I used to play Mario Kart with my roommates like it was my job. The Wii was being used by two kids so we left without playing, but I did start thinking about how much fun that game had been.Later today, we were driving to dinner when I was suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. "We should open a place, like a coffeeshop or something, where people can come to play video games like Mario Kart and Rockband with their friends!"Bobby glanced over at me, which I interpreted as interest and curiosity. I went on."We could sell cards that people would swipe to play each game for twenty or thirty minutes, ...continue reading.

Eating Me Alive

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Bobby and I collected as much Halloween candy as we could in order to sell it to a dentist who pays $3 per pound for Halloween candy. Don't even ask; just go with it. So the candy sat in a bag for the whole week after Halloween while I put off driving to the dentist's office, and yet I didn't eat a single piece. Not a single damn piece. But then last Friday, I had one little Crunch bar. And since then, I have eaten at least a pound of the candy. Maybe more. I have no willpower. I can hear it calling to me RIGHT NOW from the kitchen. I must answer its siren call.

Doors and Windows

Posted on by lindsay
I changed my medication a few weeks ago because the Lexapro I was taking had some side effects that I finally got tired of having in my life. Now I’m taking Wellbutrin, but I don’t think I quite have the dosage dialed in correctly, mostly because I hate everything and everyone in the world.Did I mention I’m starting a side career as a motivational speaker?Anyhoo, I have an appointment next Tuesday to recalibrate (in other words double or maybe quadruple) my daily dosage in hopes of getting back to a place that is normal and maybe even happy. When I went to this doctor last time to discuss my prescription switch, he tactfully asked if I had considered therapy, which I have many times. So many times, in fact, that I wouldn’t be surprised if I got a medical bill for all the thinking about therapy I’ve done. I explained ...continue reading.

Happy 4th.

Posted on by lindsay
"I love the Fourth of July because it is one of the few holidays where I don't have to worry about doing anything for anyone," I announced when I woke up this morning.Bobby looked surprised. "You didn't get our Founding Fathers a gift?"