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Yeah, another non-garden/nature themed title.  Truth is, my creativity is just plain sapped to come up with something clever.  It's a rainy Saturday night and I'm sitting here watching Shrek on television.  While I returned from my brief vacation almost completely relaxed, within 24 hours I was back in chaos up to my neck as usual.  I did quit smoking--kind of.  I finally got home around 130 Tuesday morning, passed out, and was so incredibly sore and tired, I didn't even want to look at a cigarette, let alone smoke one.  By late Wednesday morning I was smoking again.  My mother had a tough, late dialysis day and my nephew's mother called to ask if she can bring him over for a few days because he wouldn't stop asking her to come over.  I saw no problem with it.  If anything, I was not only glad to see him again, but was happy that I was able to give him the gift I bought for him in Florida.  This is probably the point where I explain that I began a new medication for my fibromyalgia and chronic pain Tuesday evening.  For most, it seemed to help with not only chronic pain, but the depression associated with it (one of my biggest problems).  By Friday morning, I was almost covered from head to toe in a rash.  Turns out that there's a possibility that I'm allergic to it, but it should go away as my body adjusts to the doses.  I had to stop it anyway.  While talking to a friend of mine who also tried it, I realized that my serious mood shift was because of the medication and was a warning sign that it wouldn't work.  Bitchy barely covers it.  I yelled, screamed, threw things, and told people off over nothing.  I was an irate, raging psycho for no real reason.  (Far worse than my usual "cheerful" self).  So for now, it's just waiting for the medication to pass through my system. 
     On another note, my pink Gourami Geronimo went missing when I was in Florida.  I found him Wednesday morning in the corner by the deck door.  His last escape attempt landed him almost 10' from the tank.  I admit I was impressed, but a little saddened that the angry fish that wouldn't die did while I was away.  I cleaned some of the tank and bought new fish.  In less than an hour of being immersed in the tank, one of my angel fish died.  Its little partner won't leave his own reflection alone, so it looks like another trip to the pet store to get him a few friends.  It is pretty relaxing having more than one fish in the tank now.  I have glofish, the typical plecco to clean the tank, mollies, and the lonely angel fish.  I spent a good part of this afternoon just watching them swim around.  Well, except the angel fish--he's STILL swimming from one side of the tank after his own reflection. 
     I'm also slowly getting back into a workout routine, preparing for another semester (which I WILL finish this time, regardless how sick I get), and still working on finding ways to alleviate stress.  I found out that I had mono the past 2 semesters, explaining how the Lyme came back again, why I was so ungodly exhausted, why my knee never properly healed, and why my liver tests were so bad.  What a wonderful parting gift from my ex, huh?  Three and a half years, I'm given mono and an email full of bullshit.  Sounds about right for him.  Here's to continuing to move forward while reconciling the past.