Good doctor’s appointment.

I sincerely believe that I have entered the Twilight Zone. My new doctor, after looking at the records on my Red Cross donor card, and hearing about my past BP, said that she is very happy with my blood pressure. She balked at the number of meds that I had been on, and was overjoyed that I was able to bring my BP down through walking and through stress reduction. She agrees with me that NO medication is needed, as long as I follow through with the CPAP machine.

Eliminating my sleep apnea almost guarantees a drop in weight and blood pressure, along with an elevation in mood, alertness, and attention span.

They’re getting my old records from the office in Ypsi, including the order and fitting of the CPAP that I had done at the end of my last insurance way back when.

I’ve never come away from a doctor’s appointment so happy.

Webcomics sound like my friends.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that today’s comic was written by .

Input and output.

I’ve been taking in a lot of input recently, and not producing a lot of output. I’ve been catching up on the issues of City Pulse that I’ve collected in my back pack, as well as the issues of Wired that finishes.

I think that I have been using input as a way to escape output.

The odd thing is that I’ve felt honestly accomplished when I have finished reading these things. I’ve felt -good- about it. I’ve smiled, and felt satisfied.

I don’t doubt that I need to scale down input and scale up output. I just…

Every time I see pictures like these, I get an ache in my chest and think, “Oh, god, what I could do with that place.”

And then I think about what I haven’t done, and haven’t been able to do, with my own home.

I’m on a bit of an emotional roller coaster today.

This article relating an anniversary of Pearl Harbor and VJ day with today’s remembrance didn’t help much, but I wouldn’t give back reading it for anything in the world.

LiquidWeb is the best employer that I’ve ever had, I think. But today, I felt trapped and couldn’t get the thought out of my head that I wanted to stop being a computer geek and become a writer for a reason.

I went outside for a bit when I flipped out on a co-worker for no good reason. Thank goodness for telling me that I needed to take a break. I probably shouldn’t have taken my pipe out with me.

I don’t know if I can read any more about the obvious lies that are being fed to the American populace, and how easily the populace eats it up, simply because it’s easier than doing a little investigative footwork.

Also, I’m feeling like a terrible friend lately. I have an extreme amount of guilt relating to the blundering and flailing that I’ve done in regard to ‘s wedding. It will be a miracle when (not if, goddamnit) I get there, dressed to the nines, blinding everyone with my pasty knees and calves, and am finally able to simply be thankful that I was given this place of honor, instead of counting the ways that I could have screwed all of this up if Alex and weren’t on top of it.

Also, I don’t remember being flighty. Especially not in the ways that Benny (inebriated, but still) remembers me being flighty. This is cause for concern and for mulling over.

After a quick scan of the most recent entries of my Friends’ page, I am not alone in crankiness.