Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Beatles

"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No no no." (Well, maybe...)

Whenever I am tired this is what plays over and over in my head. Again and again. And I am tired all right. So tired, I haven't slept a wink. Okay, well to be honest, last night I slept a little better than usual. It's been a couple weeks.
I'm on steroids.
Yes, to bulk myself up. I'm going to be in a weight lifting competition and I need an edge. I'm not that big you know.

I have an allergy of sorts. It sucks. It makes me itchy. I don't know what it's from. I'm not using new detergent or soap or shampoo or anything. My doctor called it idio something or other because the proverbial "they" might not ever figure out exactly what's causing it. I guess "they're" idiots. Cool. Next I'm off to the Allergist. I'm hoping for lots of needles. That sounds like fun. Almost as much fun as going halfway to insane on no sleep and steroids while itching away through the night.
My neck itches right now.
Maybe an acupuncturist. Maybe at tattoo artist. Maybe whoever can make it stop. Suggestions? Bueller, Bueller?
Mark B. are you enjoying this nonsense? Let's see... would we rather read about Mickey getting smacked upside the head "Cesar style," or me and my itching? It's a toss up. Both are fun subjects. Both have something of importance to offer the world.
Not as much as Lora and her 3 degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon. This was a good one. You should go read that. It's much more interesting than my skin disorder.
I think I should take those Beatles advice now. :)

Actually THIS is really cool. Go check it out. For real. You'll like it. You! I am talking to YOU! Not you, you. :) Some seriously cool pictures of the world...not my dog Mickey.


Wep said...

OMG you have to read the post I did about my allergy tests. Right before I was going to have surgery on my sinuses someone decided to have me allergy tested...


Mark said...

This blog reminds me of several Public Service Announcements imploring adolescents not to do drugs. Remember the one where an egg was frying in a pan and a voiceover compared it to a brain on drugs? Well, Amy, you've raised the bar here. "Don't do steroids!" On a serious note, I'm sorry to hear you are suffering like this. My kitchen counter awaits your arrival.

Amy said...

Namaste. The light in me recognizes the light on your kitchen counter.
Check out the link. You will like it.

Mark said...

I love you, Amy, so very much. Even when the chips are down, you find a way to see the light. And, if you get lost, I am always there to help you find your way. M

Amy said...

LYTB. You know that.
Did you see my ADD kicked in? I couldn't help it. Those bitches are crazy! Way crazier than me. I totally think we're going to see at least one of them when I come see you.
I am putting it out to the universe. That and the fact that I need a million dollars. I wish I could just be happy the way it was. No such luck. I want a crazy ass NYC Bravo star and a million bucks. That's all I need. That...and this ashtray. Right Marc?

Kathy said...

Okay Amy, the one day I am not available to check CBTCK on a hourly basis........ You go and post, like, 87 thoughts......

Lula! said...

I love The White Album...
and will now be singing this song for the rest of the day.

Lora said...

thanks for the link. I got about 15 emails over the weekend asking me if I was okay or off my meds.


um, I'm not on meds because I embrace my ADD because it helps me multitask and my boss thinks I'm a superstar

We need to hang out for reals. We would probably only need about a half hour to solve all the world's problems