Today, the layout room:

Project Manager (to Watergirl, who is listening to her iPod): Good tunes?
WG: Actually, it's Click and Clack.
PM: A woman after my own heart! But I don't know how you can listen to them and focus on what you are doing.
WG: [PM], I'm folding paper. For the second day in a row.
PM leaves.

Snow, Sign


Originally uploaded by H2O girl.

To celebrate my 33rd birthday, Apple came up with an idea. She came up with this idea in October and worked very diligently to pull it off and keep it a secret from me. (I knew something was happening, but I didn't know what.) She had nearly done it, but one of the attendees had updated her facebook status two days before stating that she was going curling. Apple? Not happy with her!



Anyway, we drove up to Maryland, learned to curl, and played 2 ends. We also ate, drank, and hung out. We spent the night and headed home the next day.



Curling is much harder than it looks, and this was certainly my most memorable birthday party ever.

A friend of mine sent me an e-mail last week; he asked me how I was. I haven't answered.

Right now, it's a difficult question for me to answer.

I stopped taking my medications about 2 months ago. If you'll recall, right before I left Raleigh my Dr. told me that he didn't think I had bipolar disorder after all and "had just been having some emotional problems." Then he gave me enough prescriptions to last me 5 months. So, they ran out, I hadn't found (or bothered to even look for) another doctor. I just stopped taking them.

I was fine for about a month. Then things started getting stressful, I started not being able to sleep, and things just spiraled downward. I no longer wanted to be. That's the state I get to- I don't want to die, I just want to cease to exist.

It took me a while to admit that that's where I was, but my friends helped me find a doctor. The doctor fit me in right away, I'm back on my meds, and I quit the thing that was causing me the most stress. I'm starting to feel better; I feel like I'm climbing back out of the hole. The days are still mostly black, but there are some periods of color.

I suppose the anser to the question is: I was bad. I'm still not good, but it's getting better.

Christmas day I had dinner with Randy’s family at his sister’s. Then I went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with a friend. At the theater, there was a seating dispute that somehow necessitated police involvement. After the movie started, we heard from behind us, “Someone needs to chill out.” “Well someone needs to stop kicking my chair.” “Chill out!” “Stop kicking my chair.” So then we thought there might be a fight. Merry Christmas!
We had second Christmas on Saturday. See, after Monkey was born TRgirl awesomely declared that they were not traveling for Christmas. Which means my parents come down here after Christmas, Peg and Bob and Steph come out from where they are and we do Christmas the weekend after Christmas Day. Which means that I don’t have to travel.

I gave Monkey some books and a stuffed cat. When he opened the cat, he said, “Mow mow!” It was cute, but you may have had to be there.

Tonight I am having a New Year’s Eve party. Why? Because that way I get to stay home.