Blue & red, somethin' to get along

1. It would seem the sun is getting in its last hurrahs here this week. It's 74 degrees outside right now & isn't supposed to dip anywhere below the 60s until after this weekend. I only wish I'd been in a better mood today to enjoy it. Like, the sun was shining, the leaves were all colorful, the air was breezy & mild…the cast of Peanuts was on the hunt for the Great Pumpkin (okay, not really that last part) -- you get the idea. But I was stuck on the longest bus ride ever (we passed Moses in the desert, I'm just saying), wearing clothes that were too warm, sniffling & sneezing from my allergies every other second, squinting so bad I could hardly look up even with my transition lenses on (I should probably hiss next time upon opening my front door or something, all "THE SUN! IT BURNS!" The effect would be way better), irritated by the five thousand other passengers & their many elbows, aaaand yeah. Hyperbolic first world problems. Heh. "Damn't, bus, move it along -- my ass cheeks are sore! All this sitting is hard work!"

In all seriousness though, it probably didn't help that my first bus went past my sister's old place AND my mom's old place--lots of memories & suppressed sadness = crotchety irritation, what can ya do--but at least I can find humor in it. And I did still appreciate how pretty everything looked, so there is that. If I can, I would like to take a walk along the nearby trails at some point this week before the weather changes, and will probably bring along my camera if I do. We'll see.

2. I left a message this morning for both my SNAP caseworker & the local office, inquiring about my tardy food stamp benefits, but haven't heard back yet. If I don't get a response (or the funds on my card) by tomorrow, I'm going over to the office again in person. It'll probably go a little something like this.

3. I saw the crisis team psychiatrist again today, and at first she was going to give me another sample of Pristiq to get me by until my psych appointment at Luke-Dorf on the 15th, except this time at a higher dose than before (based on some questions she asked me); however, since I'd noticed myself feeling even more tired so far on it, she decided to try me out on Cymbalta instead for now. If I don't like it, I can always go back to the Pristiq after my next appointment, but hopefully this will be a better fit. It's part of the same class of SNRI antidepressants, but is less inhibitive of dopamine reuptake, from what I understand. It's approved for some types of chronic pain as well, so I've been curious about it anyway for a while.

4. Despite the "OMG WHY SO MANY PEOPLE"-bus pet peeve mentioned above, I did get my quota filled for entertaining, out-of-context bus-eavesdropping moments.

Per example:

- "You were at the cemetary at 3 in the morning without beer?!"
- "We used to play that game in prison all the time."
- "What you do is find someone who looks like they need change, and then you ask them for change FIRST. Ahaha."
- "But you get to kick it with dead people. I want to kick it with dead people."
- "I don't want your duck germs all over me. Hey, you know what rhymes with ducks? Sucks."

And, my personal favorite (in a non-favorite kind of way): one mother's clearly apparent gay panic over her little boy wanting to pretend her purse was his. Suddenly it became VERY IMPORTANT that he understood he was to own a *wallet* someday. Or a backback. But probably a wallet! Or even a wallet AND a backpack. Like, NO, SON, GOD HATES PURSES.

All I could think of was this bit by Mario Cantone, which, P.S.? I have been trying to find online for something like ten effing years now. Heh. SUCCESS.

5. I've decided that if I ever get my license & begin driving regularly, I want one of these cars. Then I can force tall passengers into my short world. LIKE A BOSS.

Speaking of shortness: ( Day 2: Your Least Favorite Song )