Today is the third day that I have not taken my Paxil.  Usually if I forget to take it, I can feel it by the afternoon, getting irritated super fast, wanting to throw or hit things.  I haven't had a single problem these three days.  Now, I will admit that I have had a stronger urge to smoke, but that's fodder for a later blog.

In just three days' time, I feel better.  I still feel tired after I work and move around, but it's a "good" tired, like athletes say.  But I feel more motivated, less likely to put things off.  Today I started laying down laminate flooring.  If you've never done it before, believe me, it can be a challenge.

I started about a week ago.  I only tore out part of the old carpet and started messing around with the planks.  I tried what my buddy told me.  It didn't work.  I tried other things.  They didn't work.  I got to the point where I slammed my tool bar on the floor and gave up.

Well, I finally got all of the carpet and padding up a couple days ago.  I think I've mentioned before that I am doing this because my boy cat decided that the dining room was his own personal litter box.  I actually took the time to sweep the floor and mop it with bleach water.  Whoop de do, you might say, but I had been putting it off for a week.  I did it and I didn't get irritated or bored or give up halfway through.  That was a major improvement!

(I realize I'm getting a little long with the home improvement section, but there is a point.)

Then I finally got to the point where I was ready to lay the floor.  I started out with the first couple rows, and bam, ran into the same old problems.  It wouldn't stay together.  I tried for a while and got frustrated.  But I had been asking for tips, so I was analyzing the problem and ruling out things that could be going wrong.  Another improvement!

I did eventually take a break to see what I could find on the internet.  It was almost completely useless, but I ruled out a couple more things.  I went back to the floor, and bingo, I got three planks together.  On to the next extension, and there's the problem again.  But I worked through it, and Bingo!  There's some more in place.  I kept going, and it got easier.  I got excited.  I was up and down, getting more planks, cutting what I needed, making progress.

So to bring a close to this long winded diatribe, I think that I may have started a new chapter in my life.  All this time I've been in Dr. Suess' "Waiting Place", waiting for the drug to come, waiting for the blues to go.  Now that I have decided that I may not need the drug, I feel very different in just a short time.  I'm getting things done.  I'm tired now because I've worked, not because I've ingested something that "May Cause Drowsiness".  I have a better outlook.

But I still haven't paid the electric bill.

I am footfknmaster, and I am high on life!