Seroquel and Sisters

I am slogging through the day, studying for my last final of the semester, and comforting myself with cheesy poofs. Love that nuclear orange flavor. Good thing I have dogs or else I would never be able to keep that stuff off of the furniture. At least they help out around the house, more than I can say for myself. The sandman continues to elude me. Sneaky little bastard. Apparently, 25 mcg of Seroquel isn't quite enough to bribe the sandman to stay. I guess I've been spoiling him over the years. Well, the party's over buddy, I can't hook you up forever you know. Jones on my friend.

One of my sisters left a long voice mail last week and I am still steaming over it. I just don't have any patience left these days for her bull. Yep, I am in that good of a mood. I haven't called her back yet, because I really don't have anything nice to say to her at this moment, nor in the near future most likely. Sister Sensitive called to tell me she was planning a trip to New York City in March. Great, only 5 hours away, can't wait to hop, skip, and jump my way over for a visit. She wanted to give me the dates so that I will make sure to include it in my plans for that month. Sure no problem, my life comes to a full and complete halt for people who are kind enough to come through my state without consulting a freakin' map. Next, she hinted that if I really couldn't make it out to the city to see her while she was there, she may (note the word "may") be able to schedule a day trip to my town. Wow, that's super generous of her dontcha think? I was impressed with her thoughtfulness. Next time I am in San Francisco, I will make sure to let her know that she needs to schedule in a quick 350 mile drive up North to say hi. Since I'm in the area and all.

However, I am not sure why I think that if she looked at a map that it would make any difference. Sister Sensitive once called me to settle a debate between her and her then boyfriend. Now, normally, I am a true believer in the idea that there are no dumb questions, only dumb answers, but she really challenged this belief that day. Her question, you ask? Get ready...wait for it....

"Uh, like, Nicole, is Alaska, like, a state or a country?" I don't think I have to tell you which side of the debate she was on in this one. After my reply, which I swear I answered with a completely straight face, she said to me, "Are you, like, sure?"