Epic

Every woman should have a back-up plan and a roadside emergency kit.
I am about to purchase the roadside emergency kit.

I think a weekend by myself in Chicago will be a lot of fun. I won't really be alone, after all. Thursday night, I will be with thousands of Queen fans. Friday and Saturday I plan on staying in the city and taking in all the wonderful offerings of the city. I will not be alone, once again, the streets of Chicago are always buzzing with people and sights. This is all a back-up plan, though. Doug has not made up his mind whether or not he still wants to go. I kind of need to know soon, though, because I will either auction off one or both seats for half off the selling price and try to get a closer seat for just me, or auction off one seat and pray that no ax murderer sits next to me. I could e-mail Brian May and see if he would be so kind as to post my plea on his website for a date for Thursday night.

So, I have figured out the source of my insanity and self-destructiveness.
I have been taking Effexor XR for almost three years, now. Lately, meaning the past six months or so, I have been this Jeckyl and Hyde person, and I haven't been able to figure out why. The other day, I read a warning about Effexor. It said that those who take Effexor may experience anxiety, depression, irritability, and increased thoughts of suicide to name a few adverse reactions to the medication. Hmm...Sounds like me. Anyway, I decided that I have been on this crap for too long, not to mention it is about to cost me someone who I love very much, so I am going to see my doctor on Monday and see about coming off of this crap. I am also going to get myself to a psychologist. I realize now that it is not a sign of weakness to ask for help and I finally realize that I have a lot of issues that I have to address, mostly of the sexual assault nature, before I can ever really move on with my life.

Anyway, I hope Doug comes to Chicago with me, but if not, the journey should inspire some songs.

Je ne sais quois