shit.
shit shit shit.
shit shit fuk fukkety fuk buggers buggerdy bugger shit.
OMG! I am SO King George VI! Up tight, wound up like a clock, all decorum, all proper… ….I can totally see myself exploring such profanities in just the way he did, in The King’s Speech. Only, I probably won’t. Other than the beauties I just posted.
Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush have great faces to explore, and I’ve always liked Helena Bonham Carter. I enjoyed the film.
not tonight dear, I have a headache
I’ve been giving Wellbutrin XL a go for the past couple of months. I think it is helping. I had a headache every single day for the first four weeks, but not the cloud or fog or lightheaded feelings I’ve experienced with other things. I was lightheaded every day with Zoloft, even with a minuscule dose.
Anyway. I still get headaches. But I’ve been getting headaches and stomachaches for as long as I can remember. And I still have anxiety. It’s not debilitating, but it’s a nuisance.
I still have broken sleep. It seems that I have an inner clock that insists I open my eyes at 4:36am. Every. Single. Morning. Generally, it’s not so bad if I can acknowledge the time, oh, it’s 4:36 again, isn’t that nice, and drift back to sleep. If I’ve got things on my mind, though. Forget it. My brain is engaged and that’s all she wrote. There is also the matter of the resident bedwetter. If he’s wet, he tends to arrive at my door between 1 and 2 am. I send him off to change his clothes, while I go strip his bedding and get him situated again. I tuck him in, and he returns to the land of nod. I may or may not return myself. It’s very exhausting, this lumbering about, trying to function while in a dazed state in the middle of the night.
I might try having him wear an alarm watch, to wake him in the night so he can take care of things. He’s such a deep sleeper, but perhaps the novelty of wearing a watch and knowing there will be an alarm will be enough of a wedge in his subconscious to cause him to respond. It’s worth a try.
Meanwhile, I haven’t much to say.
Apart from this.
shit.
shit shit shit.
shit shit fuk fukkety fuk buggers buggerdy bugger shit.
I crack myself up. That language is so out of character!
