Can I have "Ritalin" for a Hundred, Alex?

re: the post below this.

it's absolutely fascinating what can happen when you finally figure out that your new insanity's just because of some bubble-wrapped crystalline mini-tablets. everybody, let's take a deep breath -- it's the pharmacopia. is chill.

it's freaky when you realize how fuckin' good you got it, and you know you feel so goddamned bad. very, very strange little juxtaposed world to hang in. logic over emotion? oh, sure. let me just click my heels three times here, and while we're at it, wave at the flying monkeys?

tonight, i'm enjoying an otherworldly frozen pizza that's been ramped up with three-year old cheddar and some trusty oregano. i'm also enjoying a little herb that was recently deposited here as a token of appreciation by an acquaintance. sadly, a lack of vino. i'd like to imagine i had a bold pinot noir. i'd use the crystal. [wistful sigh]

it's the first time i've relaxed since monday and it's doing a world of good for the psyche. maybe it's because in honour of the cheesy pizza, i caught a little "cheese" in the form of the ghost whisperer. tell me something. could jennifer love hewitt be any less plastic? i mean, really. she's riding along in the car, and flip! up goes the shoulder-- annnnd... dip! with a-- oh, yeah, there it is! a head toss! ding, ding, ding. we have a winner.

come the fuck on, honey! oh, my god! clearly a graduate of the Barbie School of Acting. i bet my ass she's got "gosh" as a regular exclamation or utterance. right up there with a sharply pointed "tsk!" when ranking on her husband's manly guffaws.

ah... friday. the basement of television. "hmm... this fall schedule's a bitch to figure out. all right, what's next? "crap, but watchable?" yeah, friday. definitely friday. more "crappy" than watchable? oh, 8:00, hands down."

i hearby announce the potential that i may keep this blog running after all. clearly, this depression thing? perhaps that choice was made under duress. one never knows. i'm opposed to regret, ergo, i shall decide in a slow, measured manner whether i was being a fool or not. after all, i'm rather obsessive-compulsive, you know. i mean, look at the punctuation. need i say more? i think not. to just unleash myself from my backlog, no matter how convoluted and ADD-ish, is a rather everest-like chore. so, let's wait for a clear head (because this is obviously not that time either, eh?) and make the decree then.

so, i met this cute guy. it's fun. a distraction. quel change. mais c'est bon. "ooh. so good she spoke in french. wow. bilingual attraction. quel neato."

this posting? i blame it, too, on the pharmacopia. bad pharmacopia. bad.