harper

I'm all kinds of irritated today. My week started off fucking terrible. Went to HHN Sunday night and wanted to die waking up yesterday morning for work. I seriously dislike my job. And people treating me like I have an extra fucking chromosome (no offense to all the mongaloids out there). This morning I had to wake up grossly early and go see my new "behavioral specialist" (psychiatrist). He decided to put me on Strattera for my ADHD. lol. I'm apparently too hyper for anything with a stimulant (weird? cause I'm always tired.) and I told him I will refuse to take it if it 1. makes me fat 2. kills my sex drive. I hate taking medication but there's definitely a difference. I feel like if I had one complete (perhaps even logical) thought; I could take over the goddamn world. Maybe not. I'd probably prefer to nap instead of plot world domination. Got a large iced coffee from dunkin this morning instead of my usual small and I can't stop shaking. Soon my caffine buzz will wear off and I'll be back to being my usual cranky self. Tonight I'm getting tattooed. Like, right after work. Nothing exciting, just getting the color on my stomach touched up and talking to hombre about getting my side started. I haven't been napping as much lately so I can sleep through the night. Usually I nap, wake up, do it and then pass out for a couple more hours, wake up cause I had a bad dream, then go back to sleep for another hour. FML. I'm done bitching and moaning.