Pilgrim in the Trailer Park

 Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?…sometimes I feel like I do, and if I did I’d be Sponge Brain Square Ball (Not quite an “astronaut in the ocean” (who said that? One of them rapper dudes)). No, I live in a trailer in Riverside Park (try singing that). And anchovies are not the problem. Life is weird. I got back on my medication (aren’t you so glad?) because my thoughts were becoming obsessive and overwhelming. That’s my Christmas gift to me, because I can’t afford a pack of newports. I couldn’t get John a gift, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t want one anyway, so his Green Bay packers stocking is empty. That’s okay; it looks good hanging on my guitar. Which I can’t even play. I desperately wanted to play “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell, but I’m no Joni Mitchell (or Sheryl Crow. But my grandpa says I’m a Jewel), and my dad says the chords to that song are complicated because Joni went to college. Well, I went to college. What is it doing for me? Pretty soon the big gov is gonn...

 Dear Santa, Merry Christmas to you. I’m going  a little bit crazy(er) from being off this medicine that I’m supposed to be on. Well, Merry Christmas to me. As if the holidays need to be any more stressful. You should know. I’m not really asking for any material things this year (imagine that (I finally have the trifecta: a hair straightener, a curling iron, and a blow dryer. So I’m good)). I would like more for things to “materialize” (make it happen, baby! Sorry). It would be nice if you could restore me to sanity, with your magical Santa powers. Also, I’m in need of a job, so I was wondering if you have any job openings in the North Pole, like for toy making, etc (except cleaning up reindeer poop. No can do). That will be far to travel, and being that I don’t have my own car, I will need transportation, like a magic Santa sleigh, with a couple of reindeers, of course (like the sub compact version? I am willing to lease). Just think about it. I have a great  resume. And...

 I mentioned in my last post that I stopped one of my medications. That was the vistiril (I ran out of it and I figure I don’t need it. I don’t). Well, now I just quit another one. It’s an anti psychotic called Zyprexa. I was taking the generic, Olanzapine. My doctor said it’s a mood stabilizer (he’s the one who can’t remember that I don’t drink anymore. I think I need a new doctor). I don’t know what it is. I just know they prescribed it to me in the hospital a year and a half ago. They must have needed to amp up my treatment. I asked the nurse when she gave it to me if it was going to make me psychotic. She said “well, if it does, honey, you’re in the right place!” She was right about that ( at the time it wasn’t funny, but looking back it is. I’ll save hospital stories for another time). Anyways, I don’t think I need it anymore. You might think that’s crazy (and that would be more reason to take the medicine…). But i don’t want to be on all these drugs. So I just take the remero...

Bye bye November, hello Christmas.  It seems like yesterday I was dressing up as a witch for Halloween, and now we’re moving into December, and I’m going to a Christmas concert this week. Woah. I bought stamps to mail Christmas cards, but now I’ve decided not to; I will save the stamps for letters (they’re expensive now. At least they last Forever). I’m currently helping to babysit a little white pit bull named Lily. She is full of energy, she loves walks, and she spends the night in a crate because she will more than likely tear up her owner’s house. She ripped up two cat toys at my house. John and I take her to the dog park, and she behaves very well (we used to take my dad’s dog, Sugar Baby, to the dog park in Ormond. She loved it). I stopped one of my medications, and I’m breaking my other pills in half now; seems to be helping. Thanksgiving was nice: we went to John’s parent’s condo on the beach; his niece brought her baby, Freddy Jupiter (they call him “Jup”). I got a new win...