I saw this bumper sticker on someone's car:
Can I get that made into a poster? And paste it above my desk? And in my car? And maybe on the insides of my glasses?
At least once every few days, Danielle asks how my new meds are working out. In a kind way. Mostly. :) And the thing is, I do think I'm doing a lot better. And I haven't killed anyone or knocked any heads together over any high crimes such as Gum Chewing or Paper Crumpling or some other unforgiveable transgression. Although I was tempted to swear at the SENIOR who stole sticky tack off my desk and threw it at me. A senior. But I digress.
I have cut back on a few of the more blood-pressure raising activities. For example, I have officially quit posting on the local newlywed message board. Some of the girls are nice, but most of them are just DUMB. I'm not talking about people who I disagree with--I'm talking about people whose grasp of logic makes my students' look advanced. So, I decided that the little good I was getting out of it was not worth getting so hot under the collar. And there are certain blogs I don't frequent as much either because of the content or most likely, the extreme idiots who comment. Luckily, the people who comment on my blog are not idiots, although they may be ill as evidenced by the fact that they're spending time with me. :)
Anyway, unfortunately, I can't quit commuting to work. I'd like to see Ryan's response if I floated the idea of taking the bus.* Besides getting up even earlier than 5:30, how many hours would it take to get to the ghetto? Public transportation is ridiculous in this city. My guess is 2+ hours and 3 busses. So, what else? Still fighting the caffeine monkey. And we have two madrigal performances this weekend.
So, mostly, it's not a question of why I'm not better but why I'm not worse. Ah well.
*Ryan is a proponent of mass transit, just not his wife sitting alone in the dark at the transit center for hours and changing busses three times. For once in my life, this is not hyperbole.