Friday, June 12, 2009

Psychopharmacuticals, I love you!

I'm currently trying out a new combination of medicine to help me combat my depression. Yes, at the behest of my doctor. Yes, under the supervision and advice of a professional psychotherapist person. So far, I LOVE the newest ingredient in my "sanity cocktail"! I have felt so focused, so determined, so confident ALL DAY LONG. My thoughts have not been this clear since I-don't-know-when. I am superwoman. I am Maniac-Brainiac McGee. I am on the ball, on top of the tallest tree in the forest, balancing serenely. Got any shit, world? Just throw it at me, and watch me cope with it in an efficient and competent manner!

Don't worry, I will only use my newfound superpowers for good. I will leap tall trees, write coherent and intelligent papers, save puppies from drowning and dance my booty off in the privacy of my living room every night from now until the end of time.

(I am totally going to regret this public jubulation, aren't I?)

If you could be the patron saint of something, or of some group of people, what would you be? For example, St. Jude is the patron saint of Lost Causes, but there are also specific patron saints for blacksmiths, sailors, actors, and television.

For example, I coud be St. Regina, patron saint of Tone-Deaf People Who Sing Kareoke, or St. Regina, patron saint of Thrift-Store Shoppers.... or, or, or... The possibilities are endless and endlessly amusing. So, what or whom would you be patron saint of? Choose carefully, because this is something that could totally make or break your resume!

4 comments:

  1. St. Regina, patron saintress of awesomeness.

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  2. Does this change the standard measure of "one Regina of awesomeness"?

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  3. Regina, patron saint of rockitude... or maybe rockilicousness.

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  4. You can be Ste. Uli, Patron Saint of Crazy Stained Glass Projects That Turn Out Awesome Despite Everything Stacked Against You.

    Or Ste. Regina, Patron Saint of Really Tasty Scones I Had That One Time I Visited You (And You Let Me Take Leftovers Home).

    :D

    I'll be patron saint of Worrying About Ducks Who Build Nests Where They Really Oughtn’t.

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