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The perceptive or exceedingly bored among you may have noticed that I added a wishlist to my profile. Why? you might ask. Well, it's not that I necessarily expect to recieve anything, but some things I just feel funny buying for myself. Like DVDs. Don't know why. Anyway, if someone out there has an abundance of money and a desire to buy me something, I might as well make sure it's something I like.

I sure hope I can find homes for most of Pearl's babies. I was already becoming the Rat Lady with six rats. What will I do with 20?

Here's my dilemah at the moment. Lexapro. I've been going to a psych and he's given me some samples. I really don't know if I want to take it, even if it would make me feel better. Honestly, I don't like psychs and never have. They're sweaty, nervous men who ask me about my sex life and make it ten million times worse by getting embarrased when I answer. If you were a real doctor, you wouldn't blush when I answer a medical question. Please. It just ends up making me feel worse and even shameful because of how dirty he makes everything seem. It's not just this guy, it's every psych I've ever been to. I think I may just stop going. I think I do better on my own.

How's the winter treating everyone? I'm coughing up yellow junk. You?