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short and incomplete

i'm feeling strange lately. actually, since i stopped taking those effing beta blockers (for back story, see here and here, in that order) i just feel. in general.

turns out, i just may be able to deal with the palpitations if i limit my consumption of stimulants and eat right and exercise. who fucking knew? i've been skimming through my posts since late 2006 when this whole heart thing started, and noticed a pretty obvious change in my writing: the old greenambition testament was full of silliness and fun, but then the palpitations were sent from the universe as a physical manifestation of some major changes in my life, and then the new greenambition testament started to be full of wallowy crap. again, i blame the beta blockers. in passing, someone told me once that beta blockers can actually cause depression. check. which is a little maddening to me because it means that, had i gone back to my doctor, i may have been put on an anti-depressant, which would have been a pharmaceutical to counteract the side effects caused by another pharmaceutical. do you see where this is going?

and anti-depressants tend to cause sexual dysfunction. oh, hell no. way to cause more depression, anti-depressants.

anyway, someone said to me once, "you deserve to be loved," and at the time, i totally didn't believe them. i wrote the words on a piece of note paper shaped like a fisted hand with the middle finger solely extended, and stuck it to my refrigerator, where i would see it every day. that was over a year ago.

i am just now beginning to believe it.

there are gray hairs in my mohawk

dude, that ain't right.

you know what else ain't right? not blogging since NOVEMBER 1ST! for fuck sake, what the hell have i been doing?! making a list, that's what:

1. for letting my blog get cob-webby, i am now accumulating spam comments on some of my older posts. grr.

2. nothing destroys the want to write like having to write charters for committees for the hockey league, of which i am now an executive director. i love me some gay hockey, but damn, creating structure for a league that was created without any long-term preparations is fucking hard. especially when there are already almost 90 members and 3 games every week. also, i'm not a leader, and i don't know what a charter is, let alone how to write one. here goes nothing... no, really.

3. dating...

4. school...

5. beta blockers. seriously, fuck pharmaceuticals. from here on out i'm just going to live with the fact that my heart beats weirdly fast sometimes and that i should therefore avoid caffeine and other stimulants. beta blockers are good for keeping the heart rate normal, but made me dumb and sleepy and generally grossly slow. it's kindof effed up when one needs to have a constant supply of coffee in hand to counteract the beta blockers to make it through a school day.

... at least i think salt and pepper hair is totally hot.