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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

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Random things in my head

Ok, I admit it.  I watch “Dog the Bounty Hunter”.  MLW got me hooked on it, and I have noticed one very important thing about this show.    When Dog goes somewhere to help a friend he always does it in a way that makes him look better than the person he helps.  He needs to make himself look better than.

 

That concerns me.

 

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Watching afternoon television, you end up watching a bazillion ads for drugs.  And each one of them has this long recitation of possible side-effects.  Listening to the litany of possible maladies brought on by ingesting a particular drug does not make me want to rush out ot my Dr. and beg him to prescribe said drug to me.  I just can’t see myself saying that I am willing to take the chance that I will end up with expolsive poop.  Not me.  Sorry.

 

via the powerful force that Facebook is, I have befriended Grant Rampy.  Yes, THAT Grant Rampy.  Grant is a syndicated news announcer.  Here in Pennsylvania, we find him most reporting on what is going on in Washington, DC.  And today he made me his friend on Facebook.  That is so cool.

 

I am currently trying to get a local anchor, Al Gnoza, to make me his friend.  More on that later.

 

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Life with prozac

I have to specify that I am not a Prozac user.  At least not yet.  I do know folks who are on it, and I am thinking that I am in need of joining their ranks. 

 

All of my life I have had mood swings.  Ups, and downs.  The ups weren’t all the crazy, and the downs weren’t all that bad.  I have always thought that that was the way life was.  But I have been having some really bads downs the last few years.  downs where I don’t want to leave the house, where I don’t want to talk or deal with people.  And that is a concern as I work in retail.  The ups are that bad any more, as a matter of fact, the ups are where I feel normal.  I just don’t know how long they will last. 

 

So it is off to call the Dr. to get in and get some meds to try to even my life out.

 

Wish me luck.