I am tired and a little wet from the rain.  I want to run and hide but there's really nowhere to go.  The weather's too shitty to go grab a drink anywhere.  drinking alone is depressing, anyway.  Maybe I'll pick Charlie up at the train so he doesn't have to walk in the rain without an umbrella.

I feel better being off the Risperdal, but I am still really sad.  It was paralyzing today.  I read recently that bipolar disorder could have something to do with my pack rat tendencies.  That makes me want to get rid of everything in this cluttered apartment.  Unfortunately, when it comes to getting things done, I am not on top of the things. 

I spoke with someone today who was annoyed with some comments she had gotten on her blog.  She seemed nice, and I felt for her.  I know what that's like.  Sometimes people are just trying to be helpful, and missing the mark, but sometimes they are just self-absorbed pricks. 

I remember sending a friend request to someone on DT once and having them leave a note in my guestbook for God and everyone to read about why they were declining.  That always stuck out to me as crazy f*cking rude.  Why bother to explain, and why do so publicly?  This self-important behavior really rubbed me the wrong way.  Most people around here are really nice and supportive, but the ones who aren't really stick out.  This rude person had a profile that only allowed friends to leave comments.  I imagine she probably restricted their account because she got some lame comments – probably because she's a jerk.

Well, on that somewhat lame note, I will call it a night.  Just gonna give a shout out to someone here who has always helped me:  Thank you, Ace.  You've saved me from myself more times than you will ever realize.  I would be totally f*cking lost without you.  You're a better friend than I deserve.