Tipsy. Possibly drunk.

[missmiah]

For the first time in my life I may be drunk. It's hard to tell. I know I can't spell worth crap and thinking clearly is actually very difficult at the moment, but I had a for shit day and I wasn't planning to drive anywhere so I thought "What the hell, let's see what all those people are always talking about when they drink."

I don't get the attraction. It sucks donkey butt through a straw.

Keep in mind that I've only had two hard lemonades and I'm a big girl, but I just realized the microwavable chicken I put in the microwave for lunch is still in the microwave and that was... eleven hours ago. So I haven't eaten today. Also, I can't hold my alcohol, gimme a bannanaberry whatsit from Applebees and I'm usually giggling (although not declaring loudly for the whole world to hear how I'm NOT DRUNK and then pushing people into traffic like perkygothess has been known to do). So, I would say I'm tipsy, but I don't know that I would say drunk, having never been that way before and therefore having no basis for comparison. I could just be having a reaction to the alcohol breaking down into sugars and messing with my glucose level. Again, liquid donkey butt.

Right, so chicken in the garbage and I'm eating sugar-free pudding.

Why, do you ask, did I have a bad day? Or not ask, I'm telling you anyway. I'm depressed. My husband is still at least three months away from coming home IF everyone plays nice over there in Iraq and does their election things politely and in a friendly manner and whatnot. My realtor has decided that not only are they not going to do anything about the fact that my house reeks of kitty pee from the previous tenant, I'm not allowed to have the carpet replaced at my own expense either which means even if I had any friends in this godforsaken pit of red dirt and evil I couldn't invite them over to my house because who really wants to spend time in a place that smells of cat piss? My dog is sick and I spent forty minutes trying to clean him and the bathroom up and I don't know what's wrong with him and he can't tell me cause he's a dog, duh. And I'm falling into an all too familiar pit of depression that I'm very frightened I'm not going to be able to crawl out of on my own. And it's really hard to look for typos when you're crying.

I don't like drinking to get drunk, I think... I know, it's not something I ever, ever want to do again. So there you have it, scientific experiment completed - results are in.

Comments

[andrian1.livejournal.com]

Aww (((((HUGS))))

You've been very stoic through all this love. I couldn't imagine going it alone for so long with my husband in Iraq.

Careful with the alcohol though. With diabetes its a total not a good idea.

Hugs some more and offers sugar free chocolate

[beeform]

*hugs*

[blackraven9.livejournal.com]

I would replace the carpet anyway. How are they going to know? Kitty pee stinks!!!!!

[kauricat.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm so sorry you're having a bad time. I think drinking to get drunk is highly overrated as well. It mostly makes me tired and headachey, so I'm a ton of fun when I drink (which happens only rarely).

I'm sorry about the smelly carpet. I have some pet odor remover that seems to work okay. It's called Simple Solution, I think, and you basically soak the affected areas with it, blot it, and then let it dry naturally. You'd have to find the offensive spots, though, and that might take a blacklight.

I'm sorry that you have at least three more months before Capt Oblivious comes home. I have said before that I think you're very brave, and I still think that.

Depression is scary. I'm scared a lot lately that I'm falling back down into it. That slope is scarier for me now than actually being depressed was earlier. At least you're aware of it, which puts you ahead of the game. It will have a harder time sneaking up on you.

I don't know if you're sensitive to sunlight the way I am, but I find that when the days get shorter, I get generally less happy. And I'm not one who enjoys going out in the sun, so it's hard for me to make myself get some daylight when there's not much of it to be had in the first place. It's generally too much work for me to schedule even brief "sun time" during the darker months. I have a light box that helps, when I make myself use it. Maybe you've got something similar going on, what with your nocturnal tendencies of late. I find that if I get just 15 minutes of sunlight (even on a cloudy day), it makes a difference in my overall mood. When I can make myself do it, I go outside and look up at a not-to-bright section of sky for a while. Sometimes when I haven't done it for a while, I can feel my eyes adjusting, and I know it's been too long. So I dunno, you could try that.

I'm sorry you're so far from your friends. I'm sorry that your dog is sick, too. I hope he'll get better soon.