Oh Fuck.

Not to be a prolific blogger today, but my neighbor just told me that I went off on Daddy in an Ambian rant of epic proportions. I have NO recollection of talking to him. I have NO idea what I said. He isn't picking up his phone. I think I may have really cooked my goose this time. I should know better than to take those things, I have been known to have full conversations and say not such nice things when on them. They are evil pills and I should just toss them out. I just wanted to sleep. I have been on a cocktail of crazy meds to handle my panic attacks and I know I should eliminate this one.

This very well may be the end.