I think I need to lay off the drugs…
Seriously…this is a personal intervention.
Granted, everything I am on is a substance my various doctors are pushing like so many crack dealers, nothing I am on is something any self respecting drug addict would take of their own volition, I am still tweaking like an idiot about 90% of the time now.
Last night I took a baseball bat to a flying beetle that I thought was out to kill me.
No shit, the bitch flew right at me three times.
Now, this could be just regular girlly behavior if it had only been a wall I put a hole in, but the thing landed on my head and I didn’t just brush it off when I screeched, I whacked it.
With the bat.
I knocked my husband’s desk over, half destroyed a chair, woke him up at 3am, a whole hour before he had to get up for work…and you know what? I still didn’t kill the thing.
No, that took two cats to do later after I’d stopped freaking out, and that nasty little bug actually kicked their asses for a good while before it went down. It kept biting their paws and nipping their tails…the thing was the debil in beetle form.
I think after coming into his fubared living room to see his frazzled wife chasing nothing(no, he couldn’t immediately see the itty bitty beetle bug) around with a baseball bat with two cats as back up, he’s probably about to have me committed.
As it stands now I am prone to bouts of laughing that drive him nuts…at things that are apparently not funny. He calls me the stoner. I find commercials hilarious…I find blinking lights…hilarious.
Should have seen me the night our house got invaded by fireflies.
His catch phase has become, sigh “It’s not funny, you’re just drugged.”
I suppose there are worse side effects to drugs than being easily amused and chasing bugs, but I have those too. I’m easily distracted, I can’t concentrate, and I am having a very hard time getting this website finished that I have been putting together to post our stories (mine and Serena's) and art on.
That’s the part that sucks.
It’s almost done though…few more days.