I'm a crazy person. At least, that's what I feel like some times. And it runs in my family. No, not really crazy (and don't take offense if you are one of me), but just clinically depressed and filled with anxiety. It's as if I don't have something to worry about in my head constantly, then I don't feel normal. Luckily, there's a pill for that. It's a bitter pill, one that I'll basically have to take the rest of my life, but I've slowly accepted that it's like any other disease, and just like diabetes or heart disease, that little pill is gonna make me better. But that little pill makes me gain weight, gives me the brain shivers when I miss it, and although I've tried to get off it multiple times, I just can't. So I guess that makes me an addict as well. But it's a pill that my grandparents and family didn't always have, and they suffer from it as well, so I should be thankful for this little red capsule of happiness...
Hey there, found you through a mutual friend, Sarah Brooks Chestnut! We went to high school together and she thought I would love your blog. I do and after this post I DEFINITELY do :) GO HEELS!!
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It WAS fun wasn't it!!! My son called an hour or so before the game started all ticked off because some Duke people were around on campus with rude signs and so forth. We're supposing that they aren't quite so cocky today what with the solid TROUNCING and all.
ReplyDeleteHow funny! I had no idea they did that. I saw it was a really close game for some time! Glad you pulled it off!
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