I just wrote this massive, long, introspective blog post, but thanks to the ritalin I’ve been put on for various reasons I won’t get into, it really didn’t make much sense, hehe. I can’t help it, the drug makes me super babbly! No matter what I do, it’s talk talk talk.

    Anyway, it wasn’t making sense and I couldn’t wrap it all up. Normally I’d fix it, but I really have to go to bed. So instead I’m giving you the super short version:

1) I’m having surgery. My IV port is being taken out and a new one put in on the right side of my chest. I may have to stay in the hospital over night.

2} I’m feeling surprisingly introspective, like I usually feel before big important risky operations. This one isn’t risky, so it’s a bit unexpected.

3) Relationships where people change who they are to suit the person they’re trying to woo are doomed from the start. So be smart, stay in school, don’t do drugs, don’t change who you are to be with someone, and yeah, just do all that good Nancy-Reagan stuff.

4) My order to do all that good Nancy-Reagan stuff doesn’t mean you all have to dress up in red ladies suits and marry an actor. Just wanted to clarify in case you thought I was being literal. I’m sure all you men out there appreciate that.

5) I’d forgotten how much I loved Bollywood movies cause I associated them with my last boyfriend, even though I liked Bollywood movies before I dated him. I found a clip of Hrithik Roshan dancing that I’d ripped from said boyfriend’s DVD. This made me laugh. Hrithik Roshan has a birth defect where he has two thumbs on one of his hands. At the time, I thought it’d be hilarious if he and I got married, cause between us, we’d average out to having just the right number of phalanges.

6) I’m skipping six. Who ever liked six anyway? It’s such a stupid, bottom-heavy number…

7) The phalange joke is the only reason I’m writing this synopsis, cause I thought it was too stupidly funny not to share.

8) If I did marry Hrithik Roshan, the entire female population of India would kill me. As he’s quite popular there. And I’m not sure they’d appreciate my phalange humor. Oh well, there goes that plan. (And I was so close too… hehe)

9) Ritalin makes me crazy. And it’s funny, cause I wasn’t ADHD before, but once I’m on medication for ADHD, I sure as hell am now! Wheee! Hehe, as Ze Frank would say, I’m losing my miiind!

    Hehe, okay, off to sleep. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen… 😀