The Morning Dose of Reality

All the news fit to print, or not. Mostly not. How can a person not be depressed when this is their daily offering of what has transpired for a day in the world. And, this is a good day. There was a day last week that was so negative, even the most optimistic had to shake their head and wonder how high that leap of faith is. What syndrome is this and why isn't there a pill to fix it? Wait, it's time for my Zoloft, Abilify, and a fistful of other pills that make me feel better and the Dr. says I will die without. Obviously he hasn't read the side effects!
Ok, an hour later and things look much better. Excuse me while I wipe the drool off myself and try to get my thoughts organized. Where was I? Oh yeah, peace, love, beads, lots of bare breasts....I mean beads...I wonder if that's where the beads/breast thing originated....could have something to do with burning bras...braless beads....I mean breasts....where was I again...I am starting to feel like a  boob! What were the side effects of those pills again? My chest hurts, Thor is swinging his hammer in my head, I can't move my right arm, and my face is twitching horribly! But, I am peacefully in love with the brilliant beads and babbling boobs on my television. I'll try to keep you abreast of  my progress from my pretty rubber room!

   ciao