My Inner Smartass Wants To Wish Everyone A Merry Christmas. You've Been Warned.

This was originally a response to a blog by an old friend I hadn't heard from for a long time. Some editing has occurred, and all names have been removed to protect whatever.

I thought I felt something was awry when I woke up.  At first I assumed it was just turbulence between the magnetic poles of the earth and the sun, threatening to short out half the transformers and leaving us in darkness.  Then I logged on here discovered the real reason. 

To help alleviate your boredom, the last 48 hours haven't been good for me.  I ran out of my anti-depressant meds and discovered, when I went to pick up my refill, that my doctor hadn't faxed the form needed to cover my prescription costs.  So, Merry Christmas indeed.  I already wrote wrote an urgent letter to Santa to complain.  Since the North Pole is "technically" Canadian, though, I anticipate the letter being intercepted by Canada Post, who will redirect to Canada's Federal Health Minister, who will read the contents to the Prime Minister, who will contact Satan to put in a kind word for me.  ********!  

The last two days I've been using an older prescription to keep myself from getting depressed while I get this coverage b.s. sorted out -- during a weekend, no less.  Well, I can see why I stopped taking these old meds, as they've left me feeling so hazy and groggy it's all I can do to get up and do anything at all.  

And if that's not enough for you, National Geographic Channel is now airing "It's The End of The World" weekend special; and the Cartoon Channel -- which I assume is for kids -- is showing the (late 1990s) cult movie "Fight Club," -- which isn't for kids.  WTF is going on?!!!  This is bound to get us all in the Christmas spirit, right?  Sometimes I don't have to wonder why I feel like I'm going crazy.  I can pick up my regular meds in the morning, thank God.
UnderEli UnderEli
46-50, M
Dec 16, 2012