Monday, June 11, 2007
 

Obligatory Paris Post

Yeah, I think it's required that if you have a blog, you have to do one of those.

So, she deserves to do time. Yep. My mom got hit by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the interstate (at 10 AM), so I'm not a sympathetic audience.

But, moving on.

I'M JEALOUS. If someone would put me in a private cell for 23 days (or whatever it is now), I'd view it as a vacation on the state's tab. No roommate? Rock on! I'm antisocial, anyway! I don't WANT to talk to people! No telephone? A godsend! I hate phones! They'll let me have a book? Darlin', that's all I need. Right there. And I've been in the looney bin (perhaps you guessed that by now?), so TV noises, random voices, and seriously rotten food are all things I can deal with. Okay, three blankets and no pillow? I do believe I can make do. Life isn't a crystal stair. I may have some trouble getting in a good position to read, but I'll manage. And if the lights are on 24 hours, I'll have to get used to that, too-- I'm a dark-dwelling creature. But these are minor things compared to the bliss of someone locking me away from the world and tossing the key. Heck, they'll even bring my meds to me in the nice little cup, no more self serve! And did I mention no roommate???? Alone, alone at last!!! If there are other people, I can hear 'em, maybe I can see 'em, but no communicando! Sounds like the setup is pretty far from our local drunk tank.

Man. If Paris wants someone to serve out her sentance for her, I'm right here, waving my hand in the air like the biggest dork in class. People used to be able to pay others to serve military duty for them-- you wouldn't even have to PAY me for this (not that I'd turn it down, of course; I do believe we've established that I have no pride).

It may be time for an adjustment in my meds.

But really. A career as a hermit-- with a library-- would suit me juuuusst fine.

Labels: depression, drugs, Paris

Elvisette philosophized at 7:51 PM