I made a decision a while ago to go off my anti anxiety and anti depressant. I spoke with my doctor about this – as is EXACTLY as you are supposed to do. So, we came up with a plan.

I made it off the Lexapro fine. I really don’t notice much of a difference in how I am feeling. But, I will say, that I wasn’t on it for that long, so that might be expected. Once I was successfully off that, I waited about a week (according to the plan) and began to taper off my Effexor. Week one was fine, week two was even okay. I am in week 3, otherwise known as the week in which I take zero crazy meds. Holy Cow people, I am a WRECK.

#1. I sweat profusely. I know night sweats are a withdrawal symptom. That is not when I sweat profusely. It’s everytime except that time. Today I made the GIANT mistake of wearing a wool turtleneck to work and I spent half my day scratching the skin off my sweating neck.

#2. I am so dizzy. I have decided that I should not be driving, especially considering my car is currently experiencing an ‘Airbag Fault,’ which according to the service advisor at VW only means that my airbags are FAULTY. So, if in my dizziness, I veer off the road, there will be no airbag deployage.

#3. There is not enough food in the world right now for me to eat. I am too ashamed to tell you what I consumed for dinner. I have also gained weight. To wit: this morning as I was buckling my beloved Dansko Mary Janes, the button popped right off my favorite JCrew cords. Hmmph!

#4. I will cry at the drop of a hat. If have a THICK SKIN people. Very thick. I have been balling my eyes out. My skin right now, thin, very thin. See #3 and the corduroy incident this morning. So, be nice.

So, hopefully this will all go away soon. Cause, I do not like it. I do not like it one bit.

Now, on to more important things. American Idol. There is a girl on television right now, singing Disco Inferno and I fear that her breasts may fall out. Also, what’s this about her “confidentiality.” I think I need me some of that. OH NO, she’s singing another song. A question for you, why do you think these people think that singing just one more song will do the trick? Cause the second song is usually worse.

One more thing – this guy Sean, he looks like that American Taliban kid. OH MY HECK, the American Taliban got through. I can’t wait for his makeover. Oh, also, I love him, he just did the Mary Katherine Gallagher. How bad can he be?

Please tell me you’ve been watching “You’re The One That I Want” on NBC – where they are casting Grease on Broadway?

I LOVE IT!!

- Playing Cars for Xbox 360 at my age is not only pathetic, but it makes your hand hurt TONS. So what if you get to hear the voice of Owen Wilson in the game. Also, it’s way hard to find all 20 of Lizzie’s lost postcards. Maybe she shouldn’t be so careless. Or, maybe she should start a collection of things that can’t blow away.
- My hometown now has a bible college, and it was closed due to the inclement weather today.
-There are far too many clicks required to find out if my garbage will be collected as scheduled tomorrow a.m. (Waste Management, I am talking to you – I think a site redesign is in order)
- Classes at the local Phlebotemy School are also canceled. (Side note – I sent Zane this text message: Your phlebotomy class is canceled tonight, I just don’t know how you are going to graduate on time if they keep doing this to you. He did not find this funny in the least. I find it hilarious).
- It’s always a good idea to have a backup supply of pepperjack cheese.
- Doris Day movies are my very favorite ever. I watched both Lover Come Back and Please Don’t Eat the Daisies
-Although I claim to hate the sensationalist Portland News Media (hey, I went to the UofO on Journalism Scholarship people!), I actually watched them all day. Nothing’s funnier than watching some idiot’s car slam into 20 others right in front of the Multnomah Athletic Club (for those of you non-Portlanders, that means EXPENSIVE cars).
-Things cooked in a Mary Engelbreit Crock Pot taste better than things cooked in a plain crock pot. I promise!

And, lastly, even with snow covering it, the blackberry vines coming out the ivy wall in my yard still drive me freaking ape-shit. This makes sense to none of you, but you ever find me rocking back and forth holding my head and chanting, “blackberry vines,” please know – you cannot kill them, and not even snow makes them look pretty.