Time sure flies when you're going insane

• I seriously seriously want management to pull their collective heads out and realize that punishing people for efficiency is probably not the best way to, you know, promote efficiency.
• My brother's dog died unexpectedly. She was fine Monday morning, violently ill Monday afternoon and dead by 8:30. The vet said that when they go that fast, it's usually poison, but the bloodwork didn't show anything. They don't know what happened. My nephew keeps telling his mother that she needs to die so she can go to heaven and bring Ellie back. My brother and his wife are both devastated.
• I started Wellbutrin yesterday. I just simply can't cope without help any more, and after discussing it with my therapist (who thinks America is over-medicated and rarely suggests drugs) we decided to try it. It's intended to be a temporary boost while I work through my therapy. I was not terribly impressed with the psychiatrist, and honestly, would probably go to a GP if I had it to do over again, but he gave me the prescription, only charged me a co-pay, and wants to see me in a month to gauge how effective the low dose he started me on is. He thinks we'll end up increasing it, because it's rare for someone to respond to 100mg, but it can be overstimulating and so it's better to start small and work up if necessary.
• My friends are driving up from San Diego this weekend. We'll take the one's son to see the dinosaur tracks and then watch the new Supernatural dvds I got Tuesday and be fangirls together. I am really excited. They were going to come a couple of weeks ago but had to cancel last minute, and I'm so grateful they were able to reschedule. I've missed them a lot.
  

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Visiting my parents wounds my soul. Every single time.

I have the hardest time driving through Salt Lake when I get to about 45th South, because the animal shelter has that big marquee that shows pictures of some of the adoptable pets available. I always want to take them all home with me and I hate that I can't.

I was endowed ten years ago today. During the tornado, actually. My cousin told me at the time that he thought the tornado was a sign of some kind. There are times when I think he might have been right.

Someday there will be a day when I am not exhausted. Today is not that day. Somehow I doubt tomorrow will be that day either.

I'm sorry, but who the hell has carpet cleaners over at 8 pm on a Saturday night? That stupid machine has been running outside my door for nearly an hour now.

*adds yet ANOTHER reason to the list of why I HATE MY NEIGHBORS*