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10.12.2001
this and that
okay. i think i've got all the folks who have changed places fixed.
time for your meds.. yes.
soleilsol.. yes.
nom de plume.. yes.
and i've added another link.. i found her over at the written with pride webring..
surblimity... i've not read much of her weblog yet. i've been reading all her about me stuff.. she's got both of alix olson's recordings.. y'all know how i feel about alix olson. so, someone who's got both of her recordings must be pretty cool. or at least someone that i don't mind dropping by her life on a regular basis.
i just added another link @ 4.08pm pst.. trabaca
oh yeah.. and after 2 months, i finally got the rop site updated.
and on that same note. i think i'm going to take an actual leave of absence from the rop board. i NEED to get better. i'm tired of feeling bad. i'm tired of depression and or anxiety. i'm tired of making committments and then having to drop them because i'm feeling the need to hibernate on a particular day.
tonight i'm going to start the serzone. my dr. wasn't all that specific with what i should do, she pretty much left it in my formerly capable hands. i used to be able to synthesize all the information i got about a new drug and then go with it from there. my dr. knows this, so she's relying on that ability.. but these days, its just a bit too much. i need more hand holding. yes, i should have told her taht.. but i didn't realize it till i was gone from her office and she'd already left for vacation.. so i'll just start @ 75/mg maybe 150/mg (you know, when i see the x/mg i read it as meg, not millig.. too much computering!) a night. i'm concerned because i can't take as much xanax as i'm used to taking.. and i don't know how well i'll sleep or not. she said it'll make me tired.. but i'm not sure how much.. and i'm still a little weary from the remeron. since she's going to be gone for 2 weeks she went ahead and gave me a prescription for another drug, luvox, in case the serzone and i don't get along.
i'm also going to try to get my cheap-o web cam online. i opened the box and played with it for awhile, then i put it away, thinking i'd return the cam.. i never did. i was going to return it because there was no way to get it online. then i got an offer from a software company to download one of its products for free.. so, i chose the web cam software. i hope it works with my little cheap-o (read: 29.99 and they had a 25.00 rebate which i never mailed in with it) cam. i did a few movies when i first got it.. well, one. of smudge, or someone. anyhow. it'll be fun to play with.
and maybe i'll even get to downloading all the pictures, read: 240, from my digicam. i've got a little over 2 months to accomplish this, as i'll want the whole thing clean of anything for my 10 day trip back east for my wintertime vacation (the first trip back there in 2 years!). oh yeah, i'll also want it at least semi cleaned off for mom, jim, and amy (the little stepsister) and their trip here to look do some looking at the u of o and oregon state for amy.
did i tell y'all that big-little stepsister (big as in older than amy, little as in younger than me) moved/is moving to corvallis? yes, jim's (my mom's husband) daughter's partner got a job at hewlett-packard. she's finishing her mba at va tech and will join him next summer. so, that is the reason why the little-little stepsister is now considering oregon as a place to go to college.. cause her sister will be here (and me).
oh hey y'all.. will ya keep my co-worker dan in your minds? his cat beamer has disappeared. he told me that all the male cats in the neighborhood have disappeared. he fears the worse. i'll hope for the best.
i've got a piece i'm writing, slowly. i hope to finish it and get it up here. i dunno how far i'll get with it this weekend, if i even feel like getting anywhere.
update @ 4.08pm:
dan's wife called. beamer is home safe, but with a strip of hair missing. *happy sigh*
okay. i think i'm gonna finish this boring stuff now.
