My Goddamn Qi Is Still Out-of-Whack

I had a second appointment with my acupuncturist last night. I looked like a human fucking pin cushion. Bitch even stuck a needle in the top of my head. Guess the qi in my brain is fucked up, too. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it?

Anyhoo, Ms. Acupuncture is worried about her business dropping off due to the economy and the recent bad weather here in the Midwest. She was a bit scattered last night, to say the least. I had to remind her of what she is treating me for when she wrote out my receipt before I left her office. Of course, I thought that shit was hysterically funny, but when I told the Moms, she was ALARMED. Ms. A was asking my about my high blood pressure. I told her that I didn't have high blood pressure to my knowledge. Laugh.

I am sleeping better, and I feel somewhat optimistic this morning (MIRACLE!), despite listening to Morrissey on the way in. I am still struggling with cutting the alcohol and cleaning up the diet, but as Ms. Moon and Bill Murray wisely remind me: BABY STEPS. Baby stepping away from the drink. Baby stepping away from shitty processed carbs.

Tomorrow, Raj the Siamese Schlub, gets his dick chopped. I think that motherfucking sentence is a good way to end this post. [She may need to stick another needle in my brain.]