I found out last night that if you take two generic Benadryl from Walgreens to ease a case of anxiety hives, it’ll send you off to the Happy Land of the Truly Zonked Out.
Or HLTZO for short.
It’s probably habit forming (just like eating frosting straight out of the can) but I might partake again tonight. I do have the itches and bumps returning, so I have an excuse, am I right?
But Mer, you ask, why are you anxious enough to break out into sad lumps all over?
Well…this is awkward, where do I start?
Every fucking time I think that things are going well with the boyfriend, something happens to make me question if my brother is right…maybe I really do have shitty taste in men.
The election! Holy fuck, I still have family members who’re part of the Trump cult.
The worsening of Covid-19. I hate the holidays. And the idea that I’ll be holed up in my house all winter long (fuck off, snow) makes me feel depressed more so than usual.
I miss my mom. Well, I always will. It’s still so fresh.
And writing for publication is stressful. I start to wonder why I even bother. Here on my own blog, I can do whatever I want, like with all caps type FUCK TRUMP.
Then I can tell you that I’m taking a break to go pee.
Okay, I’m back.
But good things happen, like this photo I took of my dog and cat taking a siesta with me earlier.
Time to go take my pills.