i went out into the night

my new doctor is trying to turn me into a druggie. at least, i think she is. like, she's the fill-in for my normal (also bitchy) doctor whose on vacation, and she seems convinced i need like 9835798573 pills. no, seriously. she's all 'why don't you sleep more? you need more sleep. here's a prescription for ambien.' and 'why are you so stressed out? there's no need to be stressed, everyone gets into college. have a prescription for xanax.' and then 'oh, no need to worry about those pesky side effects like drowsiness. every morning take one of these handy dandy uppers to get you alert for school. oh, and here's a prescription for valium. it's a muscle relaxant because you look tense.'

...you only wish i was kidding.

i've always wondered how, on tv shows or talk shows or movies, there'll be all of these housewives and, like, twelve year olds on maury talking about how they got addicted to prescription drugs or sell black market medication because they couldn't face the prospect of stripping for another ten years to pay for their kid's college tuition (that's a true story too - it was on the talk show that was playing in the waiting room) and now i know. like, apparently, there are doctors who'll just give you pills for anything. wow, world, no wonder our healthcare system is failing.

i was totally all for trying to find one of those desperate housewives or twelve year old addicts, but the momster told me i'm not allowed to take any of them (or even look at them too hard). oh well. there goes my future as a drug dealer. i guess i'll have to stay in school after all.

well, starting thursday, anyway. since the doctor was a nut, the momster made an appointment at another office for tomorrow, and then we might be going to williamsburg for a mental health/gee-i'm-bored-let's-drive day after. we'll see how that works out.

in other news, i'm listening to arcade fire again right now. neighborhood #3 (power out). it's my favorite.

oh, and i got new nail polish today. it's called ho ho ho red, which, wow. talk about bad nail polish names. it's a really pretty, christmassy color, tho, so i'm happy with it anyway. i don't think it's really fair to blame the nail polish for its name. after all, we don't do that to people, right? or i hope we don't, because poor apple martin and bronx wentz are going to have miserable lives in a few years, then.

also, everyone join in the push for jeni to either open a bakery or save me some goodies. all her pictures/texts/descriptions make me hungry, which is bad enough on its own when i've already gained weight (blegh, doctors - why must you weigh us every single time? what good does knowing that do anyone? none, that's what), but downright cruel when the only goodies in our house are an absolutely disgusting yule log and peanut butter chewy bars. seriously, jeni, if you keep this up santa's gonna bean you in the head with a lump of coal come christmas.

the third season of the tudors has finally finished downloading on itunes, so i'm going to go watch that now. night, guys.