I have 8am classes every day this term. This is a new thing – until now, the earliest classes were held at 9am. There was one class I needed to take that had only one section left, so I had to do the early one, and then I figured that if I was going to be getting up early two days a week, I should probably get up early four days a week, for consistency. Merely two days of classes later, I am beginning to think that this was an incorrect line of reasoning.

Also, weird things are happening lately. I got an assignment in drawing class Thursday to draw three peanuts, which the professor gave to us to take home. I placed them on the floor in the corner of my room, near my drawing papers, and didn’t give them a second thought. In hindsight, maybe it’s not such a great idea to leave unwrapped food items just…sitting out, but really what’s the difference between the floor and the pantry? Or so I thought. Friday night when I came home from my usual Friday night boozing, I happened to glance at that corner of the room and I realized that there was now only one peanut left. I looked around – the other two hadn’t rolled under anything. What is going on?? Am I taking crazy pills again?* I wondered. I searched near the floorboards in that corner of the room. Then I saw it.

MOUSE POO. Holy crap, nooooo! Not again!

So, I have come to terms with the fact that a) I have a rodent (possibly of unusual size); and b) it has stolen the peanuts I needed for my drawing assignment. At 27 years old, I will finally be able to use the excuse that my pet ate my homework. Ba dum bump.

I haven’t written about this until now, but about two months ago I went on the pill. I have been on it for a year or so off-and-on since college and have never had any adverse affects from it, but old age must be making my body really resistant to change, because HOLY CRAP, did it fuck me up this time. It made my boobs bigger and I had no sex drive (thus making the birth control part of its function fairly extraneous) and also it made me a raving loony basket case.

For examply, while I was home over break I went to the local eyeglass clinic, to get more contacts. After the exam, the doctor told me that I had an astigmatism. Now, I’ve had glasses/contacts since age nine or so, and my eyes just get worse and worse each year, so that by now I can’t read the clock right by my face when I wake up in the morning, but the one thing I have prided myself on is that I didn’t have an astigmatism. So when the doctor informed that I suddenly did, it was like my world was crashing down.

Y’all, I CRIED. At the eye doctor’s. Because I had an astigmatism! Basket case!

I was just crazy in general, for weeks. I called the clinic, asking to change pills, and they told me to stay on it for at least two months because sometimes the side effects go away. I said alright. But then a week or so later, I had this horrible night where I started thinking about my stepmom and her illness, and I started crying and just could not stop. I was hysterical, inconsolable, and thank god I was alone, because I HAAATE crying in front of people. I stopped taking the pills the next day.

I feel more like myself already, just a few days later. I guess I could try a different kind of pill, but I just don’t have the energy right now to go through another adjustment period.

Better to save my energy for the battle against the peanut-loving mouse.

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*Actually, yes! I was!