Warning: The following is BORING.

Well, I actually don't have much to say, at least in my opinion. I feel like every day is dull and all I do is watch frivolous television. "The Rachel Zoe Project," "Project Runway," "Murder She Wrote," I even watched "The Real Housewives of Atlanta!" And movies. Last night was "Stand By Me," and it felt completely like a high school required-reading novel. One that I would've loved. And I love the movie.

Over the past week, I lost my home phone and my cell phone, Andy's car broke down, and the air conditioner at home broke. I'm still a little too depressed to show much interest in these things. Oh - reminds me, I gotta call the shrink... ok, done with that.

To continue - I found the home phone in the loveseat. I found the cell phone at the gym (oh yeah, I've gone back to the gym. Twice. I am very sore.) Andy's car was repaired and I spent all morning driving him up to get it. I had to stop at McDonald's on the way home for the kids to eat and run around. Apparently, two hours in the car was beyond their limits. What to do in November when we have 10 hours to Oklahoma. The air conditioner was fixed the very next day. We debated what to do that one night without air. It was, like, 68 outside and 85 inside. We'd have opened the windows, but we don't have any screens, and the mosquitos would murder us. As it turned out, the house cooled down quickly in the night, so we were all comfortable and didn't have to go to a hotel (Andy's option.) I spent the next day at my mom's, and when I got home that night, it was all cool again, literally.

I don't really cook, and I don't really clean, so it feels very dismal around here. Even with ALL the lights on, I feel like it is dark all around me. I feel nervous when I leave my home, even when it is to family's houses. I remember this from the first time I was getting on this drug - remember I had a panic attack and couldn't drive the 8 houses between mine and Liz's houses. The remedy was to increase the dose, and I'm on a schedule for that, so I just have to wait it out. I'm sure things are slowly improving since I do a load of dishes every few days. And my kids mostly make me laugh instead of cry. And I actually did laundry yesterday. That's huge. Gabe only wore shorts all day yesterday b/c I couldn't find a single shirt that wasn't absolutely filthy (and my standards are really low.)

Alright, that's it. I gotta go since #1 I really don't have anything to say, and #2 Gabe insists on eating crayons.