Two days in a row??!?!

Yeah, I'm really going to try to update this thing regularly.

I had a pretty shitty day today. Woke up in a bad mood anyway, then forgot my cell phone at home. I don't want to talk about work too much, but I got some bad vibes today. I called the doctor, and they made me feel like a criminal for trying to get a refill on my Zoloft. For fuck's sake, it's not like it's Oxycontin. You mean it might make me not feel suicidal? God forbid I want to continue taking it since it seems to help most of the time. They said I had to come in for an appointment, which I have no problem with. The earliest I could get in was on Monday morning, and I only have 3 pills left, for Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.... meaning I'd have to skip Sunday, or they'd have to call me in a refill. I don't care which, unless they want to squeeze me in on Friday. But no, they put me on hold, and come back, and they say "The doctor says I can call you in a refill, but if you don't come in Monday for your appointment, we won't ever do it again." Huh? Do I make a habit of skipping appointments? Why are you being so rude, judgmental, and assuming? I'm just like "um..okay."

I honestly wonder if I just take things the wrong way when I'm having a bad day.

The only saving grace this evening was kickboxing. It's very therapeutic. I think I punched Matt in the chest kind of hard today.... just a reaction when he came at me.

I guess I'm done bitching for the day.

Who has time?

I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. I keep telling myself that I'm going to start updating this on a daily basis, but who has time really?

If I think about it, what would I say? I usually go to work and I come home. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays I go to kickboxing. I guess I could talk about that. Or I could talk about my home life, and how much I despise it.

Did I tell you my friend Sean died last Tuesday? That was pretty depressing. I went home for the funeral. He and his wife used to come over to the house and pick me up.... we'd go to Dwight's in the middle of the night for milkshakes, and back to his place to watch movies or something. He didn't like me sitting around being depressed all of the time. He was really a great guy... honestly, it's a real loss to humanity, because he was one of the few truly wonderful people in the world. We hadn't really hung out a whole lot lately because of geographical reasons, but we still chatted on occasion.

I'd talk about my personal life and how miserable I am.... but then I'm sure it would come back to haunt me. Rachel likes to bring things up in arguments, and any exposed information is used against me. If you wonder why I keep things bottled up, it's because I'm paranoid. She makes me that way. Oh no! I've (probably) said too much. (REM anyone?)

Have a good night. I won't.