"Sir, if you don't leave me alone, I will commit you."

And imagine that said by a small Indian doctor. To a big, delusional black dude.

Anyhow. I'm chugging coffee right now so I can motivated to go clean my bathroom. Yes, my bathroom. Because even though Joe showers in this bathroom regularly, it never crosses his mind to maybe scrub the tub. Seriously, when I brought up the fact that the bathroom needs to be cleaned, he commented on how it was all my mess and was deer in headlights when I explained otherwise. Well, all around the sink is my mess, and he really doesn't use the toilet much in there (IBS boy uses his own bathroom for that). BUT HE SHOWERS IN "MINE" ALMOST EVERYDAY, which as you all know is the worst thing to clean. Oh, and if we start dividing up chores by who makes the mess, than I guess I won't be doing anymore of Joe's laundry or washing his half of the dishes, etc. Yeah, I'll have to give him a good beating later, but for now I'm working on my caffeine high. It's the only way I'll be able to get my scrub on.

In other news, we completed our vacation without killing each other. It turned out to be alright. Mostly. But I don't think you'll hear me complain about a lack of honeymoon again anytime soon. I've already been brainstorming about which of my friends have been married long enough to vacation away from their husbands with me. I see Susan and me doing a winery tour, and surely I can get the Croat to take me to Croatia. Yes, I will still travel, just not with Joe until I can get him on a good mood stabilizer.

Speaking of mood stabilizers, I've been back at work since Saturday, and it has been off the chain busy. I don't know what mid-July does to people, but they're all coming off their meds and/or are suicidal. We've really been slammed. And if I sat down and tallied how many people I talk to on a daily basis that want to kill themselves or have attempted, then I'd probably have to start buying a lot more gin. Gah. And for all you people who think mentally ill people are too reliant on meds, fuck you. I totally believe in counseling as well (I'm an MSW for Christ's sake) and think it should be used in conjunction with medication; medication isn't the end all, nor is it always necessary. But seriously, if you think it's completely unnecessary to medicate folks, spend the day with a woman who has a mood disorder and is swinging from anger to complete euphoria to tears in a matter of minutes or try to convince a schizophrenic that the voices in his head aren't real and that God doesn't want him to stand on the railroad tracks, waiting for the train to come so he can die. Try it. You will beg and plead for the doctor to order up some drugs. Ten minutes of that kind of stuff, and you'll start considering meds for yourself too. But anyway. I have 3.5 hours left of actual work this week and half an hour of training. Woot.

On Friday night, we're flying up to STL for Mike Mulia's wedding. We didn't get quite the Delta deal I thought we would with Joe's [pilot] dad being able to get us some passes, but $150 for two tickets is still pretty good. Hotel deal wasn't bad either. Also, Mike's wedding is in the afternoon, so I already have a dress. Were it an evening wedding, I'd have to go find something new, and I just don't have the time (or money). But let's not forget - Mike is getting married to a great gal, and we are in fact genuinely happy for him. This coming from me probably sounds like sarcasm, but I'm serious. I guess the Mike we all sorta knew in HS wasn't the "real" Mike, though in the relationship he's in currently, he can be himself and happy. It's good. I know I'm seeing him more now for who he really is, especially when I see him, though he doesn't know I have or anyone else, nearly fall over a piano bench when we're all having a visit back home - it makes me think, "Hey, I like this guy." That said, our wedding gift to him is still going to be our presence (hey, even I'm going now) and Joe's tux rental - combined which is around $500. Good enough, I'd say.

And so, my peeps, that's my life right now. I also want to say a quick thank you to those of you who posted on my previous blog. Things weren't so hot, and I appreciated all your good words. I wrote a comment saying as much and more, but I'm not sure who clicks back after they've already posted to begin with (I don't). Still, thank you. Guess I'd better get on that bathroom now...