Lifetime Movie: When Bloggers Stray

I've neglected my blog. I'd like to say it is because I'm so busy and doing so many exciting things, but really I've been busy avoiding the blog by watching my new tv station - Lifetime Movie Network. Can you believe there is an entire station dedicated to that shit? Well, there is and I got totally wrapped up in What Every Mother Fears Most last night. The movie was so awesome - it was about a 16 year old who gets mad at her mom so she runs off with a man from the internet...in 1998, so there are some amazing "this is the world wide web" parts. "Chat rooms? There are several?" Is it any coincidence that my boss and I talked about To Catch a Predator for 20 minutes today? Thank you Lifetime Movie Network for awesomely bad films.

I've also been busy rocking my job harder than any library should probably be rocked. I left work today feeling victorious and proud. I guess if you are stuck somewhere 40 hours a week, you may as well do a good job. I've also been finally winning some of my Scrabulous games. The tide has turned for ole Causing Accidents, and I am now 9-24!

I am proud to announce that I finished a book in two evenings last week, so I guess that kept me busy. I finally read Krakauer's Into the Wild. I didn't learn until today that Sean Penn has a movie out based on the book, so that's weird timing. I loved the book. Loved it. I've been obsessed with solitude/isolation-by-choice stories for the past year or two, and this was perfect. It's also a super fast read with primary sources, which makes life more interesting. I couldn't put the book down. Now I have to decide if I should see the movie or if I'd hate how it compares to the book.

This morning I had to go to the psychiatrist. I've written about him before, but the dude is the worst example of mental health on earth. I've been on prozac for at least a few years, so when I moved here I called a doc in my insurance network and made an appointment. I told him "hi I take 40 mg of fluoxetine [generic prozac]" he said, "ok, we'll write up a prescription and I'll see you in four months for a check up." Every four months since then I've had the same experience - wait an hour until he can see me (he's never on time), tell him nothing has changed in my life, get my refill, leave medicated. Today, however, doc added a little bonus to my experience. He said, "It's winter now, and people with depression sometimes get even more depressed. Therefore, just call my office and they'll hook you up with Wellbutrin in addition to your prozac. Wellbutrin can increase anxiety, but they make a really great new formula now that shouldn't do that to you. Or would you just want that prescription right now?"

...uh...

I didn't mention anything about Seasonal Affective Disorder, unless saying "I hate cold weather" during the chit-chat crap counts? This guy is just throwin the meds around! He also never once has asked for my old medical records as proof that I was on prozac before moving here. I believe that pretty much anyone with Blue Cross can go to this dude's office, say they are on a certain medication, and get on it with no problem. Awesome or awful? You decide.

Now I'm watching a show about sex changes, and in an hour my best friends from HS will all sign online, and we will watch The Hills together like we do every Monday. It's one of the highlights of my week - to sit and watch stupid tv and catch up with people that mean the world to me.

I'll try to not let this blog go empty for 8 days again, but you never know what awesome Poppy Montgomery Lifetime movie will be on to preoccupy me.