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Just a heads up

Saturday, June 23, 2007
If I seem out of it it's because i am. They have been making all sorts of changes to my medications.

The general consensus is I have been treated for the wrong thing, so now it has to change. It sucks while I deal with all the changes to kick in.

Most of the time I really just want to sleep it all off, but i can't. I have to pretend to be a little normal, so I do.

So if entries seem weird, I'm sorry, but it's supposed to be temporary, or so they say.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/23/2007 09:37:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

This is just shocking

Friday, June 22, 2007
I was watching TV and there was an ad for some device where old men can feel free to pee their pants at their own will. What made itodder was the indepth discussion of shapes and sizes. Even worse, all the men in question were apparantly part of some elderly motorcycle gang, and they seemed greatly excited that they could now let fly with their wee while rolling down the road.

Then it got weird. When we pointed it out to my father, who is an elderly motorcycle rider, he advised he doesn't need this device. He replied, and I quote "Mine has a hole".

None of us have any idea what has this hole, where the hole is located or what other uses it may have. But we are alll staying welll out of pee range for the time being.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/22/2007 04:30:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

Want to know what's fun?

Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I have a job where I am allowed to work at home whenever I want. So, what did they do when they said I behaved erratically? They had me work at home.

Now, a temporary solution is to have me do something I could have been doing all the time anyway. I am having trouble seeing why having me do this is such a big deal since I could have just been converted to a home office.

I have come to the conclusion that corporate America is run by people on various narcotics.

And they say I'm the one with the problem.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/20/2007 11:35:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

I forgot to add

Tuesday, June 19, 2007
All of this started literally because I was too tired to stay at my desk. I couldn't just sit there because I would fall asleep. I'd say that's a medical problem. So I got up and did the only thing I could do, which was talk to people. It seems people find the idea of sitting on Twizzlers to warm them up odd (trust me, they're better warm) and others thing that the fact that Twinkies burn in a microwave is dangerous.

it's not like I was sitting on peoples' food or burning Twinkies.

People are just too fucking boring for thier own good.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/19/2007 08:25:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

Now I wait

They have sent me some forms for my doctor. I guess they want to know if I can work. The poor lady has met me once and now she has to deal with all this. I know I can work, I just need meds that control my anxiety and don't make me groggy. They have to exist.

Maybe I can just telecommute. I have always had permission to work from home, so why not formalize it? Throw in a fax machine, phone line, Hi-Speed internet and some other stuff and all the sudden I have ahome office. Makes sense to me, but what do I know.

I am scared, but I'm not. Part of me realizes this is really just another episode that would make my life a good book.

I wonder who'd play me in the movie.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/19/2007 08:14:00 AM 1 comments links to this post

Burned!

Monday, June 18, 2007
Michael Weston should have known better.

When you are in the CIA it's understood that you are going to have to deal with certain things like lying to your wife, having a completely fake job and lots of times in places most people wouldn't want to go. But that Russian stripper? Do you really think she loves you just because she says so? Most people can figure out it's just a hustle without the years of CIA training, but he sure didn't seem to catch on, did he?

It should have been a sign when she stopped asking for $20 for the dances. Should have been an even bigger sign when she started wanting details on the new missile defense shields and was instead giving him money after every dance.He may have been good looking, but no stripper pays you for the dance. When was the last time you heard a stripper ask questions about the high frequency lasers and tubed kinetic energy?

All I can say is that I am pretty dang sure why the guy onUSA Network's Burn Notice got fired. Of course, with all he was up to who knows? All I know Is I wish I came out of strip clubs with envelopes of money instead of going in with envelopes of money. Maybe you can check the site and see if I'm wrong, but I bet I'm not.



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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/18/2007 10:23:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

Time for a change

Well folks, I am on leave.

See, my new meds, my new doc and all that has me tired as hell, which has me loopy. People at work don't like loopy.

So even though I am producing, I have to hang out at home for a few days. It's cool though. I'm sure it will all need out OK. And if it doesn't, well, I've always gotten by before and I can do it again.

Maybe I'll sell condos. Just kidding.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/18/2007 10:20:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

Blackberry

Monday, June 11, 2007
I do not have a Blackberry. I don't want one. My hands are too freaking small and I have no desire to feel like I have a calculator pressed to my ear,

But my boss has one.

Good news: He gets email wherever he is

Bad news: He always breaks the damn thing.

Even better, he manages to break (or lose) it after I have just gotten a message from him saying to call him on it. So his voicemail is filled with things like "Umm, you told me to call you.", "Where are you?", Do you have any mules for sale?"

I love technology, but you should need a permit for some things, kinda like my proposed spandex license.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/11/2007 03:51:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

Good deal

I use online coupon codes. I love them. Usually they cover more than the shipping and then I don't have to go deal with the geeks at the store. Plus the online stores tend to have everything in stock while regular stores have some twerp hiding stuff for their friends or for when they get paid.

Take Target for example. Free shipping for women. I'm not a womman, but if I was I'd want free shipping. And Best Buy has all kinds of offers.

Now, go shopping. That's what I'm going to be doing.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/11/2007 11:00:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

Oh, and another thing

I do censor what I write here. I haven't written a ton of stuff out of respect for people and relationships. Some people have been appreciative. Some have been understanding. Others still find a reason to complain. Well, guess what. I am a whole lot less likely to let my better half take control and keep me quiet if you treat me like crap.

I am a mess. I know I am a mess. I tell everyone I meet I am a mess. Even my pizza guy knows I am a mess. So if you do something to hurt me, you are to blame. 100%. And I am not going to treat someone like a friend who doesn't act like one.

In the past the only other reason I didn't write was fear. But the fear has passed. Now I'm pissed. And people that know me know it's not good to have me pissed.

Right now I am trying not to cry. Got a grasp of how much it hurt? You are not the victim, no matter what those you choose to let play you may be saying.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/11/2007 10:54:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

Can you believe it?

As you know, I post ads in my blogs. Yeah, I want some money from my writing because I'm scared to death to write the book everyone wants me to write.

So you would think that the ads would diminish the drama I used to get from telling true life stories. Guess again.

I had a complaint about the diamonds ad because I said I didn't have anyone to but them for. Well, Jeez, right now I don't. And after that I have even less likelihood of wanting to but one for someone.

No matter what I write I get drama. Ever wonder why I sometimes have trouble writing at all? I don't need even more reasons to be medicated. And these are people who know what I am going through. It's not even the random readers who think they know me!

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/11/2007 10:30:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

How about this

Sunday, June 10, 2007
Imagine this.

I have been seeing a doctor for like 3 years. For 3 years I told him that I didn't think the meds were treating my biggest problem,and he kept making changes that had nothing to do with what I was complaining about.

Finally I kept after him until he started making changes. He was the doc. I trusted him.

But, for reasons to be discussed later, I switched docs. And guess what, she looked at the meds I was on and said, basically, I was not on anything for what I was complaining about. Yes, I was on a handful of pills and almost every single one of them was for something that wasn't bothering me.

3 wasted years. 3 years of pushing people away because I was an emotional wreck due to the meds I was on.

Want to know why Scared Bunny happened? Well, maybe I'm not the only one to blame.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/10/2007 07:05:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

Imagine this

Thursday, June 07, 2007
I am without a doctor for the meds I am on.

Yes, it is true. I am taking some serious anti-depressant/anti-anxiety meds with no medical supervision. My doctor said he won't see me because, well, it's a long story and when I calm down I'll tell it.

I have been forced to experiment with how much and how often to take things just to be able to function rather than staying in bed all day. Sometimes I get it right and I feel great. Other times I don't and I want to go to a hospital or can't keep my eyes open and have to sleep.

How, exactly, am I supposed to work and be a father like this? This is insane. I think I am going to have to sue someone.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/07/2007 12:46:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

We can all sleep easy

Like most of the world, I have been having a lot of trouble lately. If you read my blog you know I suffer from Anxiety Disorder. In fact, I have been in a full blown Panic Attack since Sunday night. What was going on you ask? Well, I didn't know myself, but now I do.

Paris Hilton was in jail.

See, somehow I sensed this tragedy when it happened. Poor Paris was forced to stay in a small, cramped dank cell. Here she was, out of the clubs and in to the slammer. How was I to cope with such a tragedy? And what about poor Tinkerbell? Would Paris' servants remember to feed her with Paris gone?

Then there was the whole staph infection scare. That really freaked me out. I even ended up in a hospital because my anxiety reached such a point I thought I was having heart problems!

But this morning I felt better, but didn't know why. I was suddenly more relaxed. I thought my meds were just kicking in due to heavy dosing I have been doing. But, no, it was my sixth sense.

Paris has been released from jail early!

We can all rejoice. All is once again right with the world. Now she can get on with whatever it is she does that made us care in the first place. I know she has to be famous for a reason. I just can't figure out what it is. Whatever it is, though, obviously famous people are better than we are.

Gee I wish I was famous so I could be better too.

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posted by R. U. Serious at 6/07/2007 08:29:00 AM 0 comments links to this post

That kinda sucks

Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Well, I forgot what time my appointment was so I didn't have hypnotherapy. That sucks. But the fact is, even regular therapy helps relax me. She really helps me see how I bring the stress on myself and I control it. It really is a choice, even when it's not a conscoius decision.

I have two mindsets and I am letting the negative one have control. I see how the stuff I always viewed as corny, like the power of positive thinking, really are true. I can be a better person if I just let myself. I can be happy and healthy. I can stop making bad decisions. In fact, just today I decided to come to work and make progress instead of just sleeping. That was the right thing to do.

In the long run health comes from within if you just let it.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/05/2007 11:58:00 AM 1 comments links to this post

Rain

Monday, June 04, 2007
OK, update on the lawn thing.

I sure am glad I am paying someone to mow. We keep getting hit with these massive rain storms. That's why my backyard is a freaking swamp. Every time I wanted to mow it rained. And, let's be honest, the times I "wanted" to mow are more like when I had time and was not feeling lazy.

So I had kind of thought about mowing tonight. I thought maybe that puddle would have dried up and I could at least knowck the grass down a foor or two. Then the rain hit again. You know those "scattered thunderstorms" they predict? That is like a rain guarantee around here.

I swear if my neighbors weren't more interested in their cars than their lawns I'd be the bad lawn guy on the street again. Thank God nobody can see in my back yard.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/04/2007 03:16:00 PM 0 comments links to this post

My lawn

My lawn is embarassing.

The front grass isn't so bad because it's some kind that doesn't sseem to get too tall. So except for the weeds in the flowerbed it isn't too ugly. Plus the guy next door edges mine for some reason, making it look better than it would.

But out back I swear it's so tall my golden retreiver almost got lost. It is like a swamp out there. If there were children playing back there they could play hide and see with no problem.

It's so bad I am actually paying someone to mow it even though it's small. I'm just too scared to go back there personally. Plus I know it will be a pain in the ass and I want someone else to deal with it.

posted by R. U. Serious at 6/04/2007 10:09:00 AM 0 comments links to this post


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