Are they piping something into the water or air at the moment? Everyone seems to be in funny farm at my house, even my father who is usually the only stable one in the family. It’s like living amongst strangers.
I picked up my new bank card before it got sent back to its main office and paid for my parking ticket, which my stupid shrink should have to pay…grrr. Seeing as there was a pharmacy nearby, I decided to get my script as I was low on the happy pills. So in I go, it’s not exactly rocket science filling a script, is it? Apparently, much to my horror, they had run out and I was one box short. How the hell can they run out of antidepressants? It’s a really common one too. That’s like a fast food restaurant saying they ran out of burgers, it just doesn’t happen.
It was inconvenient given that my bank is 20-30 minutes drive from my house. I begrudgingly consented to come back the next day to get my remaining box. Which of course meant the day after (today). Yesterday I had one of those awful days where if things bother me, I just…fall asleep. Similar to when those British hypnotists tap their hypnotee (?) on the shoulder and say “sleep”. It was weird - my body was acting like it was in shock after I had a shower, so I lay down and just fell asleep. I even went to bed at 11pm (which is abnormally early for me!) because I was so…out of it. In fact, I probably would have retired earlier if it weren’t for this awesome documentary on TV called Britain A.D. by Francis Pryor (he also did Britain B.C. which was just amazing!). They’re debating whether or not King Arthur existed (groan…not again!).
Whoops, the window disappeared. What happened there. Anyway, the title of this post. I saw a programme on Drew Barrymore. She was a drug abuser at 13 and later on became a spokesperson for the “Just Say No” programme aimed at kids. I also made it the title because I’m fed up of being bullied by my parents, and feel like them ‘no’, as in no more abuse. Only I’m allowed to crazy on their arses dammit, not them on me. I’m never going to have children, and should I live to experience menopause, for the good of society I might just have to be locked up. Some menopausal women are sociopathic I tell you.
