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clan_mitchell wank, or Robin Hobb's complete and utter idiocy in every topic she cares to discuss(seriously, this woman is so dumb I'm not sure why she's not on fire--or how she manages to use a keyboard, a web browser, and her lungs all at the same time), or more news RE: the Last Failbender, or my thoughts on yaoi as far as what I've seen of "Prince of Grimdark Persia."
But you know, my last couple of weeks have been way too physically and emotionally draining for me to give much of a shit about anything.
- My house has a mouse infestation. Normally, I'd lay out a few traps and otherwise wouldn't give a damn. But since Cookie is very, very well-trained and very, very, very protective, the mouse problem is stressing her out. Seriously. The dog does not sleep: she stares at the various cabinets etc. where the mice are hiding.
- My grandfather is getting re-married. (Have I mentioned that? If I haven't it bears mentioning. If I have, it bears mentioning again because he's getting married in September--in fact, he's getting married the exact same weekend as AWA.)
I wish I could be happy for him, but he's bringing people I don't know from soap and honestly could not give less of a shit about into my family, and that is not cool with me. Most in-laws are easy to ignore; when Aunt Kim goes off and marries a man who is my age, I don't have to care, because I'll see him maybe twice a year.
Ralph's new wife and various new step-grandchildren will be harder to ignore. Especially since they're going to live up here part time and live in Florida part time.
It may actually be time to get the hell out of Dayton. I'm not sure I could bear to see another woman in my grandmother's house.
- I've returned to medication. Two years without any ADHD medication at all was a good run, and I'll be frank, it didn't work for me.
I was always a Ritalin kid. Straight up Ritalin. Concerta never did anything for me. (And I mean that literally. Concerta didn't make a dent in whatever messes up my brain chemistry.) I never even tried Adderall, since everyone I ever knew who took it ended up zombied out.
Well, now I'm on a mix of Adderall and Cymbalta, and I've been steadily improving. I spend less of my time seething with aimless rage (or starting one task, moving quickly onto another task, starting a third task, moving on to a fourth before I finish any of the others) and more of my time doing things that need to be done (and with a logical, "Finish this task before starting a new one" task progression, even!). But I've been watching myself closely, trying to pinpoint where the changes are and when they happen, not to mention how long they last for.
It's hilarious. Finally being stress-free about the ADHD symptoms is even more stressful than being symptomatic!
So, in order to distract myself from all of the above, I've taken to playing more and more FFXIII. I'm now at the tail end of chapter thirteen. I took on Orphan once last night, got my pretty ass kicked, and am probably going to try again tonight.
I may switch my party out (it's currently Fang-Sazh-Vanille) but I really, really need Haste, and Sazh and Hope are my only Synergists with Haste.
synecdochic/ivorygates/clan_mitchell wank, or Robin Hobb's complete and utter idiocy in every topic she cares to discuss(seriously, this woman is so dumb I'm not sure why she's not on fire--or how she manages to use a keyboard, a web browser, and her lungs all at the same time), or more news RE: the Last Failbender, or my thoughts on yaoi as far as what I've seen of "Prince of But you know, my last couple of weeks have been way too physically and emotionally draining for me to give much of a shit about anything.
- My house has a mouse infestation. Normally, I'd lay out a few traps and otherwise wouldn't give a damn. But since Cookie is very, very well-trained and very, very, very protective, the mouse problem is stressing her out. Seriously. The dog does not sleep: she stares at the various cabinets etc. where the mice are hiding.
- My grandfather is getting re-married. (Have I mentioned that? If I haven't it bears mentioning. If I have, it bears mentioning again because he's getting married in September--in fact, he's getting married the exact same weekend as AWA.)
I wish I could be happy for him, but he's bringing people I don't know from soap and honestly could not give less of a shit about into my family, and that is not cool with me. Most in-laws are easy to ignore; when Aunt Kim goes off and marries a man who is my age, I don't have to care, because I'll see him maybe twice a year.
Ralph's new wife and various new step-grandchildren will be harder to ignore. Especially since they're going to live up here part time and live in Florida part time.
It may actually be time to get the hell out of Dayton. I'm not sure I could bear to see another woman in my grandmother's house.
- I've returned to medication. Two years without any ADHD medication at all was a good run, and I'll be frank, it didn't work for me.
I was always a Ritalin kid. Straight up Ritalin. Concerta never did anything for me. (And I mean that literally. Concerta didn't make a dent in whatever messes up my brain chemistry.) I never even tried Adderall, since everyone I ever knew who took it ended up zombied out.
Well, now I'm on a mix of Adderall and Cymbalta, and I've been steadily improving. I spend less of my time seething with aimless rage (or starting one task, moving quickly onto another task, starting a third task, moving on to a fourth before I finish any of the others) and more of my time doing things that need to be done (and with a logical, "Finish this task before starting a new one" task progression, even!). But I've been watching myself closely, trying to pinpoint where the changes are and when they happen, not to mention how long they last for.
It's hilarious. Finally being stress-free about the ADHD symptoms is even more stressful than being symptomatic!
So, in order to distract myself from all of the above, I've taken to playing more and more FFXIII. I'm now at the tail end of chapter thirteen. I took on Orphan once last night, got my pretty ass kicked, and am probably going to try again tonight.
I may switch my party out (it's currently Fang-Sazh-Vanille) but I really, really need Haste, and Sazh and Hope are my only Synergists with Haste.