i can’t believe i hadn’t downloaded Firefox sooner. earlier today i had finally had it with IE–the stupid pop-ups, the freezing–i hate them! Firefox rocks my socks.
i also can’t believe that i hadn’t discovered Bloglines sooner. it’s really made my life a whole lot easier in terms of catching up on other people’s blogs and the news (as if you couldn’t tell by my recent smattering of news posts). it also has a notifier like G-mail notifier, so whenever it’s updated, your computer sounds a little chime. i’m totally loving it.
last, cat-o-bloggo has received another site award! yay! it’s the Punkin’s Purrfect Link Award. go admire it at the cat-o-bloggo Awards Page!
oh, and one more thing–it’s really trivial, but i find it exciting! heehee. instead of using text to signify new posts on my blogrolls, i downloaded the Illinois flag, the Philippine flag, and a globe, which appears next to blogs listed under Neighborhood Watch, Manila Center, and Site Seeing respectively.
x-posted (edited) to bipolar bloggo, Cell 2187, and cat-o-bloggo
i deleted 3 of the 4 free accounts i opened the other day for keeping track of my sleep, etc. the one i kept is on ModBlog, and it’s called sleep, eat, read.
i’ve been good about writing everything down, and it’s really kind of strange to see my sleeping/eating habits in a nice, little format like that.
NOTE (6/7/04): killed that a while back.
my doctor wants me to lay off caffeine–completely; i don’t like whole milk because it leaves a nasty thick film in the back of my throat, in addition to having fat; and i don’t like foam because it disagrees with me gastrointestinally. according to Brian, who picks up coffee for us most mornings, our local Starbucks baristas have taken to calling my usual order “the no fun latte.” no caffeine. no fat. no foam. no fun. no shit.
i think there’s something seriously wrong with me. today i opened four–yes, four–free blog accounts with different hosts because i was bored. well, the purpose was to have a place where i can keep track of the times i sleep and what i eat every day, which is what my therapist and pdoc want me to do. and i figured, what the hell–might as well keep track of what i’m reading.
the problem is i forget to write it all down. it’s so much easier for me to type stuff into a computer or something. i don’t even keep a paper planner anymore, not that there’s much info to put in it. it’s all on my phone.
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back when i lived on Barry in ‘93 or so, i knew Figo the dry cleaner. this was before that area of Southport/Lincoln/Belmont was as yuppie-infested as it is now.
back when the triangle-shaped building at the 6-corner intersection of Wellington, Southport, and Lincoln didn’t house a Pockets. instead, it had dirty red siding and was reminiscent of a Chinese restaurant. i think it was a Chinese restaurant before some friends (shout out to Uncle Milty! and Tony, i remember you!) moved in.
back when Lincoln Tap Room still featured live bands, mine being among the last to play there–my absolute fave venue.
Figo, a Turkish immigrant, was a fixture in the neighborhood–totally friendly guy. i didn’t have much in the way of dry cleaning, but i often stopped in on my way to the ATM on the southwest corner of Belmont and Southport, on my way to Bel-Port Liquors. still, i didn’t know him as well as his regulars did/do.
Figo’s son has developmental disabilities, and the cost of his healthcare is rising. tonight at 6:30, customers past and present are holding a fundraiser at Justin’s, 3358 N. Southport Ave., to raise money to help out. however, Figo only agreed to the event "as long as [it] would be a celebration of the friendship shared by all, not a show of pity" (Avila). see article below.
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for the first time in 6-8 weeks i left the apartment by myself; that is, without Brian having to take me wherever it is i need to go. i kept my appointment with my therapist, who i haven’t seen since mid-December. i’m relieved to know that i haven’t forgotten how to parallel park.
i planned to go to martial arts this morning, even though i kind of didn’t feel like it, especially after Sunday’s fiasco. but i rallied, threw on some gym clothes, packed my bag. i was all set to go out the door, except i couldn’t find my wallet.
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in The Untouchables, Jim Malone (Sean Connery) tells Elliott Ness (Kevin Coster): “He pulls a knife, you pull a gun; he sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue! That’s the Chicago way!”
these days, the Chicago way means the Daley way. what was Donald Trump thinking when he dared to defy the King of Chicago? if Daley wants a spire, then he gets a spire! according to the Trib’s James Janega and Blair Kamin, when Trump recently asked for his tower’s current plans, his architects and lawyer denied the request because the plans hadn’t yet been approved by Daley. that’s the Chicago way. see article below.
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a symptom of mania is hypersexuality. conversely, when you’re depressed, you lack interest in things you normally like, including sex. the problem is, some antidepressants also curb your sex drive. so even when you’re at baseline, you still might not be interested.
this affects my marriage. neither of us has had much interest in sex because of our depression, but we’re still affectionate and cuddle and stuff like that. but when i do get a few bursts of hypomania, i totally feel like having sex, and at this point, i’m not even sure if it’s a “normal” degree of my sex drive or if it’s hypersexuality.
obviously, this is frustrating when Brian doesn’t feel like it–imagine that–a guy who isn’t interested in sex. however, in his case, the Effexor XR that he takes plays a role.
regardless, no matter how bad i want it, i would never tear one of his testicles off with my bare hands. see article below.
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after the floor is freshly mopped, cough up a hairball. or two.
somebody please explain to me how this works. i know it has something to do with math, but since i’m no mathlete, i’m completely stumped. i tried this over and over again and it worked every time.
i’m certain no spirits live in my computer. also, i made sure the cursor didn’t hover anywhere near the little symbol thingies before i clicked on the crystal ball.
The Flash Mind Reader
found at BlogCruiser
