Something Doesn't Feel Right

Sigh...I really shouldn't do this to myself. I should just let the good things that are happening just be, and not have this stupid feeling I have. I may have been right before, but that doesn't mean I'll be right this time. Oh, I guess maybe I should explain. Then again, since no one reads my blog site, maybe I shouldn't and I should just let myself write whatever comes to my head. I think I'll start this at the beginning, but but I'll fill in my own quirks as I go on. That is what this blog site is supposed to be about isn't it? Anyway...

I haven't told this to anyone before, but every now and then, somehow I know something bad is about to happen. Either that, or I already know in my heart something bad has happened, and no one has told me about it yet and I'm simply feeling the tension in the air. Maybe it's just that denist appointment.....grrr...

First of all, there's the fact that the U.S. Senate voted to fail the mariage amendment. I should be thrilled, jumping off walls. But again, something doesn't feel right. Something in the political air is off, as if suddenly tomorrow the President is going to be shot. As much as I don't care about George Bush, having to say "President Cheney" just makes me want to run to Canada, rain and all.

Ann Coulter made a comment today about four women who are apparently making sure that if the president knew something about the 9/11 attacks before they happened, he should be held accountable. I know, heaven forbid. In case you don't know who Ann Coulter is, think a blond Jerry palely. The problem is, her words are a lot more global, and literally stay on the stands a lot longer being that she's an author. Now you may be saying: "but do you really know what she says in those books?". All too well. I've read them from cover to cover. Sometimes I feel that I have to do these things. I have to know what my enemy is saying before they say it, that way, I can either be ready for them to say it, or even say it before I do.

In the world of RSD, it is time for me to find a dentist. I know, everyone hates the dentist blah blah blah. Then again, not everyone hurts every time a person touches them. Not everyone hates the feeling of vibrations against their skin. This guy wants me to use Emla (a type of numbing paste) on my teeth and give me klonipin (an anti-anxiety medication) before I go. A friend of my mom's who has RSD has a dentist who does all her cleaning with a laser. My mom says she is going to call him, but makes the appointment with the dentist anyway. And, what I just realized, was that she made it without even really talking to me. Damn it, I hate it. How can I be told that I am in charge of anything that happens to be medically and then my mom makes the appointment when I never heard about this till after my mom talks to the man, and makes the appointment. The appointment is at the end of July, but they'd have to drag me if my mom doesn't make the call to the doctor Betty sees. It may be just for her my ass.

My older sister is supposed to go see a shrink tomorrow. He/she is especially trained for those with drug and alcohol problems. Yes, my sister does have a drug and alcohol problem. She claims that it's just drugs. I, and the rest of my family say, that if you have to go to a bar every single night, it's both. She came down the stairs today crying, slamming the door on her way out. I would bet my life on the fact that it has something to do with her boyfriend. She does that far too quickly too. It's not like this is a new problem. We've been dealing with this off and on since she was in high school. Our high school was only tenth, eleventh, and twelve back then. She was probably doing things before that. Needless to say, this has been going on for a long time. Don't believe me? Put it this way: she graduated in 1998.

Yea, something doesn't feel right, and now that I've lay out all the problems that our world and I'm facing personally, I feel all better. What? Can't you recognize sarcasm when it's typed right in front of you? You can't? Well then.....

Oh and you haven't seen this in a while so we might as well add it:

2480 soldiers have died in Iraq since the war began. It has cost us 286,786,020,578 dollars. I wonder how long it takes to become a Canadian citizen...