Getting there. I freaked out on my Platoon Sergeant and my Squad leader on Tuesday and now I'm on "quarters" until Wednesday when I can see the shrink again. So far they've diagnosed me with Depression, Anxiety and Panic Disorder (never even HEARD of that one before) and put me on Celexa to deal with it. I'm bored out of my mind and I don't think there's anything wrong with me except that they irritate the **** out of because they don't know how to run their unit. Its been a long week, but we are moved into our new place and I'm in love with it... Now if the neighbors would just turn off their damned alarm clock in the morning we'd be good. I'm just sitting here waiting on Jon to get back with the car that decided to break down again, now. LOL
You can only go up from rock bottom, though, right?
Douchekabob is a wonderful word. I coined it one day when I was in a silly mood. You are more than welcome to steal it. :D
I didn't want to post this in Paige's thread, too serious a topic.
How are you?