bipolar

It’s a cow wearing a fez. Cows wearing fezzes are cool.


June 05, 2013 :: 6:03 PM

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this makes me want to sing the moo cow song

moo moo moo cow, moo cow, moo
moo moo moo cow, moo cow, moo
moo moo moo cow, moo cow, moo
moo moo moo cow, moo cow, MOOOOOOOOO!!!

Yup. That’s what I got out my four years at UConn… the moo cow song.

If you’re ever REALLY unlucky, you’ll get to hear me sing it. (It’s not that I can’t sing… well, I can’t, but that’s not the point of the moo cow song.)

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I’ve been such a lump on the couch all day.

Not that that’s anything new during my forced and unpaid staycation, but it’s starting to wear on me.

Like I want to go do stuff… I’m just not physically capable of it. (Hello, darkness, my old friend…)

Shit, I don’t even have the energy to engage in basic human needs like eating. And I am FUCKING starving.

But that means getting off the couch, walking twenty feet into the kitchen, opening the fridge… and shit, I’m already feeling overwhelmed. Better to stay on the couch.

See?

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I’ve become addicted to checking my FFN email address… and I’ve gotten one review: Wow! That’s such a lovely story! Thx!

Amazingly, that makes me feel well enough to sit up and grab the last, warm, sip of the vanilla coke that’s been sitting on the table since 9AM.

Yep.

Any one who wants to argue that this shit is all in my head (which, yes, to some degree it is), needs to feel like this. This is decidedly not in my head - it’s in every joint of my body. Every cell of my skin… Remember when I said my hair hurts? IT STILL DOES. WORSE THAN THE OTHER DAY.

I don’t know how any one can survive this shit without meds…

*sigh*


June 04, 2013 :: 5:57 PM

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you can always count on tumblr for comic relief

Still in a deep, dark, decidedly not good place…

Jimmy the Pimp is pushing hard to find me my next job.

I’m glad he is, because firing up a computer to do nothing more than read fan fic is proving difficult right now.

Do you think NHES will forgive me for not looking for work this week? I’m so emotionally ill, it’s carried over, and now I’m physically ill.

You know those anti-depressant commercials on TV?

NOT written by the clinically, seriously, honest-to-Dog-I wouldn’t-wish-this-on-ANYONE, depressed.

Shit, I’m so far down in the dumps that just the IDEA of moving at all hurts.

You know how you get the flu and get all achy and miserable? I don’t know about others, but, dude, even my hair hurts. MY HAIR.

I’m going to knitting tonight, despite the fact that leaving the house is the very last thing I want to do, particularly for that reason.

If I don’t force myself, I can’t get past this point. No drugs can compete with this and win.

I know.

I’ve tried.

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In other news…

On Saturday, Silent P jokingly took offense to being called Silent P… I took a look at the contacts in my phone and am seriously considering sending him the following list.

I have people in my phone named Bear, Boski, Bipolar Bro, C-Rollz, Cute Printer Boy, D, DJ D, Drug Dealer, Duke of Stud, Fingers, FNFTF, Football Boyfriend, Jimmy the Pimp, Little Bro, Maxon, Orion, Rothie, Skinny, Soup, Sprout, Stellen (f), Stellen (m), The Chicken is Boba Fett, Umbatu X Jaboba, and Zop.

I used to have someone named “Carlos Spicyweiner” in there, too, but, uh, we broke up. Again. Maybe I’ll find someone else I can use that for… eventually.

If I ever lose my phone, I feel sorry for the person that finds it. They’re not going to have ANY idea who these people are.

Yeah, I should probably use the real names in my contact list, but I’m the one that has to look at them on a daily basis and I LIKE seeing the crazy names. They crack me up.

And honestly, at this point, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I have to do to keep smiling, even if 90% of them are fake.

 

Sometimes other peoples’ words work just as well…


June 04, 2013 :: 10:28 AM

this song always reminds me of my mood swings but that’s OK

If I seem to be disjointed, well I am.
I am not the type of man to let you in,
but you always reunite me with myself
every time I’m trapped inside of someone else.
And I can’t see tomorrow any more than I can dream
about somebody else’s life ’til through his eyes I’ve seen.

Will you love me for who I am,
not who I might have been
or who I’ll be tomorrow
when I’m someone else again?
Will you love me for what you see,
not who you think I’ll be?
when I wake up tomorrow
will you still remember me?
Will you love me?
Will you love me?

Sometimes I feel like an echo in my skin
every time I’ve gone and lost myself again,
but you meet me everywhere I try to hide;
open up my doors and let yourself inside.
And I could swear I’ve known you
for a thousand lives or more,
but every day I’m someone
that you’ve never seen before.

(Chorus)

‘Cause you’re the only face
that never changes, never leaves,
but when you look at me
who do you see?

(Chorus x2)

Who I Am—Matthew Ebel

Welcome back, panic attacks. I’ve missed you!


May 30, 2013 :: 12:51 PM

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unf

The political group decided I wasn’t a good fit (no management experience).

The tax software group decided to hire from within… then, their recruiter let me know about a collections position that just came upon his desk. I am absolute shite at doing collections. I HATE asking people for money. It’s why I don’t work for myself… Passed that one up without a second thought.

Got an offer to interview for a decent position but it’s temp. With a possibility of temp-to-perm. I don’t have the emotional strength to even attempt something like that. What if it doesn’t work out? Then I have a string of temp to perm jobs that I couldn’t last at… eventually, I’ll have to throw those on my resume and I don’t want to. It’s bad enough I outgrow positions quickly and jump to something new within a year or two… now I’d have to explain a month here, a few months there, here a month, there a month, everywhere a month month. Tam sucks at finding work. E-I-E-I-O

Ah, the depressed phase of a bipolar cycle + panic attacks + an interview in an hour.

This is *so* not going to end well.

CUMBERTREK!!!!!!!! (and the job search)


May 18, 2013 :: 5:18 PM

two of my favorite things: animaniacs and sherlock

Still not a huge fan of Star Trek, but damn that was an enjoyable couple of hours.

Seriously, anything with Quinto? Simon Pegg? My new crush Chris Pine? AND the Cumbercutie?

I may or may not have broken two of J’s fingers when I first heard that voice. If I hadn’t, I definitely did towards the end. Evil Cumberbatch is HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT.

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I also may or may not have made J listen to “Cabin Pressure” for the whole whopping twenty minutes we were in the car. He may or may not have laughed. Actually, he lost it when I played him the opening of the Christmas episode.

Which I will now share with you since I’m in such a damn good mood:

 

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Why am I in such a good mood you ask?

I just got an email from one of the companies I applied to on Friday. It took me forever to change my resume around, write the cover letter and research the company. FOREVER. But obviously, it paid off. It seems like it would be a good job… at the minimum my whacked out liberal ideals would be appreciated for a change. Plus, they might be able to use my marketing background as well.

The thing that bothers me - and this is minor, even though it’s not going to sound like it - is that this is the second company I’ve applied to that has sent me an interview type email. Thanks for applying. Hey! While we have your attention, here’s twenty questions we’d like you to answer. It’s ridiculous. On top of the time it takes me to actually prepare my application, now I have to go back and spend hours answering questions via email. It’s not like you can just fire off an email in response - these are GOOD interview questions and it’s hard to answer them in the right tone over email. How do you not sound desperate when you tell them your salary range is negotiable, but you’re looking to make $X? At least in person, you can gauge the reaction…

And when did it become OK to make THAT one of the screening questions?

If I ask it in the first interview, I’m rude. Unprofessional. So I have to go through the whole process blind - getting my hopes built up until I find that I can’t afford to take the position - but it’s OK to be written off in the first interview question?

*sigh*

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Maybe I should dump my drug dealer and go back to having my brain shrunk. I might be able to qualify for SSDI, and THAT would actually pay me better than unemployment (which, of course, I may not even be eligible for).

I hate this.

I hate feeling powerless.

I hate feeling like a drain on J.

I hate feeling bad that I just spent $18 to drool over a guy in a theatre when I can watch all the stuff saved on the TiVo or the Sherlock DVDs again and again for free.

I just want a real job interview. In person. Where I may actually have a fighting chance

*double sigh*

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Here’s a Sherlock/Cabin Pressure mashup to make me giggle…

 

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