I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaack

So. It's the first day of October (duh), and I remembered that this used to be the start of National Blog Writing Month. I guess it still is, but I'm not officially participating in it. However, I figured it would prompt me to start writing again, something I've not been doing and really sort of miss. I figure tonight I'll just ramble (since it is 44 minutes until midnight), and try to do something proper tomorrow.

Here are random thoughts, feelings, stories, etc. that are running through my head right now:

• Why did my neck hurt so bad yesterday? Was it a spasm? A tweaked nerve? Something else? I don't know, but it is finally feeling better.
• Whiskey sours are awesome.
• Listening to "Take Me Home" by Phil Collins does not make one feel better when they are longing for home. Watching "The Lion King" immediately after listening to that song is not recommended, since the movie is so sad for like the first half.
• Mouse Trap is as poorly put together as it was twenty years ago.
• I want another child, but a few factors are stopping me right now. One, I'm fat as hell. Two, we be po'. Three, I'm afraid that if I go off my crazy pills, I'll do something.......well, crazy. Still, that longing is there. I'd so give up alcohol for 12+ months to have another little booger around.
• Speaking of weight, I need to get off my ass and improve myself. I was doing so well with the Lap Band and everything, and then I just started slacking. Also, I haven't been in to see the doctor or get a fill since May. Possibly because I don't want to hear about how I'm not losing weight to their satisfaction.
• I mentioned home a few bullet points up. We are thinking about traveling to California for Christmas. We'd have to drive, because I hate flying and it would cost us a small fortune to get out there during the holidays. So that would leave us with like five days to visit my vast network of extended family. It can be done! Now I just need to find the money.
• The only thing about going home that won't be the same: no grandmother to visit. It is going to SUCK. I was thinking about her the other day and missing her like hell.
• Speaking of the deceased, I keep having dreams about her, my other grandma, my aunt, and my grandpa. It is rather unnerving.
• Speaking of death, it is even more unnerving to dream of your own. This happened a month or so ago. I dreamed that I died in a train accident (quite plausible, because I do use Amtrak a lot), but I didn't realize that I was dead until I got to Heaven and Jesus told me to GTFO because I was such an awful person. That creeped me out, but so did the part where I was still on the train, pounding on doors and windows and hollering to the conductor to let me out, but he didn't hear me. Eesh.
• The dream that I just wrote about is even more remarkable since I'm about as religious as Richard Dawkins (maybe a bit less hostile than he is, though).
• I hate cancer. I hate Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I ranted about this on Facebook, but it bears repeating: I'm already AWARE OF FUCKING BREAST CANCER. I don't need to be reminded of it every fucking day this month! I actively avoided shopping at Meijer today until after 2pm. Why? Because they were having Breast Cancer Awareness shit and I didn't want to deal with it. Fuck cancer.

So I think that wraps up my ramblings for tonight. I'm going to go enjoy some more whiskey sours, maybe harass my husband, write stupid crap on my Facebook wall, and try to think up novel topics to write about for the next thirty days.