NaBloPoMo

…where I update this blog (except for those few times I was at work) and where I need to update the overall site, but I’m kinda busy working on projects for the homebased business.  Right now I’m taking a break from working at that business.

Home is where I actually look at what I blow outta my nose … or my ass.  I don’t look at these things in public pottys, no matter that I’m in a private stall and no one can see me look.  I just don’t.

Home is where I don’t always take a shower every day,  but I do put on clean underwear.  It just feels better.

Home is where I learned that Dooce grosses about a half-million a year via ads on her blog.  How awesome is that!  I don’t even garner enough hits to think of using AdSense. 

I would love to buy a Mac Book Pro, with the added everything I like to use on my computer, from the proceeds of advertising on my blog; which is why I started my home based business.  My G4 is really beginning to act its age.

Home is where I’m allowed to take naps… 

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The psyche exam. I didn’t. They called me on Thursday. They said I wasn’t a good candidate for surgery
according to their psychologist.

I don’t get it. I’m not planning on killing anyone. I’m not planning on killing myself. I hold a very
responsible full time job. I have many close friends and even more good friends. I don’t hear voices
telling me to do bad things. I don’t get it.

I was in therapy for many years. I used to be very ill. Now I feel like a normal person again who has
issues just like everyone else.

I have tremendous support for this surgery. My family, close friends, good friends, my boss and other
people at work.

I don’t get it. I feel better than I have nearly all of my life…and this is a bad thing?

So, they want me to see my old therapist who really knows me—it could just be this guy is too green?

*sigh*

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