Okay, Wednesday my Precious goes in to have MAJOR gastric surgery and I am scared shitless! I almost lost her when Booger was born and I'm not dealing well with the impending procedure! So much so that I have been placed on medication. Good and bad. It's supposed to ease my mind by loosening my grip on my emotions. The down side to this is it loosens my control on my temper. This is very bad considering the truely dark thought process that I have. Makes for some good noir writing, but doesn't do a whole lot for the family life! Two different meds now. One to keep me from being a total wreck and another to keep me from literally killing people because I don't have control of my rage! 
I know that no one is reading this, so it doesn't really matter what I'm saying, but it has been a healthy outlet for some of my torment and you never know I might actually get to talk with some beautiful, interesting chicks that I wouldn't have. I guess I'll keep lurking around until I get tired of it. Good for the eyecandy anyway! 
