Apparently my coffee was a little too strong this morning…or my body has just never adjusted to the fact that I force it to get along with caffeine on a daily basis.  Basically, uh, my body was seizuring all morning. So not ideal.

Oh um, I just happened to take these photos of my nephew over the weekend.  Please feel free to die along with me.

Basically, he is probably the cutest thing my eyes have ever seen.

Also over the weekend…I competed in a weight lifting meet.

..I use the term “compete” very loosely.  When it came to me, there was no competition.  I was fully prepared going in that I would fall into the category of dead last.  Basically I’m saying that I think I may have temporarily lost my mind when I signed up.

But in all honesty it was a lot of fun and I enjoyed doing it.

Also over the weekend…I judged part of a weight lifting meet.  Basically…I probably shouldn’t have.

Ok so now that I’ve enthralled you all with my exciting and eventful life that more often than not involves sweat pants and a couch, let’s move on to the more important thing…the thing that makes me just sound..so attractive.

For the past…I don’t know how many months, my body has decided to deal with stress by clenching my jaw as hard as I can in my sleep.  And so! In the past….I don’t know how many months, I’ve bit my way through four mouth guards and I wake up in the morning feeling like I’ve been punched in the jaw.  This is my mouth guard face…

Basically what I’m getting at is, don’t you wish you were as glamorous as me?

Also, wasn’t that like…THE most important piece of information you’ve ever read about me?  You’re welcome.

Love,

Seizure hands, mouth guard face.

Ok, so I maybe, might…possibly have left my finger prints at the top of a rope earlier this week.
…Then it dawned on me, I know how to efficiently climb a rope. I don’t, however, know how to efficiently descend a rope. I know, right? Who woulda thought?

It’s raining…right now. It’s raining right now! And I’ve been waiting for this to happen since two minutes after the last storm happened…in December. Almost two months. I know, I know, I’m an extremely patient person. No need to give me an award for it, really.

Silver introduced me to Trivia Crack…and I’m coming to the conclusion that it’s called that for a reason. I’m addicted, and I’m not even good at it. Insert cry laughing emoji…here. Thanks.

The nephew spit up all over me tonight. He also smiled at me so we’re still friends. It’s cool.

I put almost all my laundry away…like 90 percent of it and then I stopped because I’m a quitter.

Love,
The girl who has the majorest of major life events.

P.S. This is my hundredth blog post. Holla.

…Honestly I’m just gonna be real for a second…ok? So don’t freak out.

In case you haven’t heard, the Seattle Seahawks didn’t win the Super Bowl.

A moment of silence please.

Thanks.

They played a pretty awesome game and in spite of the fact that they made a bad call, got in a class-less fight, and lost to a cheating team…I’ll keep them.

Next on my agenda, allow me to lament, complain, cry, and whine to you about how horrible my life is.

Not really…

But almost, just sit tight.

For those of you who don’t know…which is probably a ton of you, I’ve been taking anti depressants since the end of August.

From March 2014 on, I was having bad chest pain and tightness. Multiple tests showed nothing and after countless people suggesting it was anxiety due to my OCD, I went to see a psychiatrist.

She prescribed me a medication. It wrecked my body within hours of having it in my system and after a few days I told her I couldn’t take that one anymore.

She prescribed me another one. I had no side effects…I also had no positive effects and the highest mg dose was 20. It wouldn’t work so we stopped that one.

She prescribed me a third, also no side effects and I’ve been slowly…like slower than a turtle…or a sloth, or a slug, or anything that moves slower than those things, seeing positive effects. I started with 25, went to 50, then 75 mg, then 100. All while still feeling pretty good.

I was upped to 150 last week and all hell has broken loose.
“Could experience severe insomnia”
…yeah.

Let me put it to you this way.
Remember when I took Becc down to LA and got so tired that sores erupted on the inside of my cheeks and I spit water all over the inside of my new car…and I literally mean all over…? Well, that was me exhausted.

When I’m exhausted I lose my mind a little and then laugh a lot and drool and my eyes leak.

This, is hell. I haven’t slept all week. Tossing and turning and rolling over and wishing that the sun would just come up is the nightly routine.

I’ve passed spitting water on my steering wheel and laughing so hard while in the Jack in the Box drive through at 1:30 in the morning that I almost get yelled at…that, is nothing compared to this crap.
I’ve passed zombie.
I’ve passed drooling.
My eyes are no longer watering.
I no longer find anything amusing.
And I think I’m straight up just turning into whatever the new Jurassic park movie has in it.

The main problem though, is that I’ve spent months working my way up on this medication and I’m finally starting to see results and just when it starts working I hit a wall. I don’t want to have to endure backing off and switching to yet another one.

I also don’t want to go to bed.
But I really, really, really, want to sleep.

Anyway, I’m done complaining now and I’m also sorry for doing it in the first place. But, you know…it’s my blog so, I win.

Love,
The T-Rex thing from Jurassic Park.

P.S. How genius is my title?? HOW GENIUS?!
K bye.