Jibblies!! I got em...who wants em? Jibblies, dizzy spells and weird blood pressure surges in my limbs...

I ran outta pills yesterday.
The last time I had my prescription refilled was in December, and I got enough all in one shot to carry me through until springtime. The sun’s out and the birds are chirping now. Now would be the right time to kick these things to the curb. But with all the happenings and goings on concerning the likelihood of an impending move and return to school, I’ve been getting a little stressed out. Make that a lot stressed out. All the springtime in the world isn’t gonna balance me out.
For the last few weeks I’ve looked into my pill bottle every morning and thought, “Better get some more, no I’m gonna quit, no…” When I finally did decide to quit, it was far too late to begin a proper dose reduction schedule. I had a repeat of last winter: ”Uh-oh, just 4 pills left, better cut em in half.” And that was the elaborate weaning process.
Watch for me on the news tomorrow: Local office worker quits his anti-anxiety meds early, attempts to subdue the withdrawal symptoms by popping metabolism boosters. Two dead, four wounded… more at 11:00.
Anyways, enough about how frickin stupid I am…. Time for something more interesting.
My car was broken into over the weekend. No damage, just a slight case of missing CD wallets... I must have left it unlocked.
The car, along with me, was parked at home all weekend. I wasn’t going anywhere after all; I had borrowed the HD LCD projector from work and spent the whole time playing Warcraft while lying in bed with the screen blasted out across the entire wall above me. It was bliss. I had my speakers on each end table and the sub under the bed... keyboard on my lap, the mouse in one hand and a beer in the other. I was being bombarded by enough sensory input that I barely noticed the noisy 17-21 year old party that was going on in the house next door. The next morning I came out long enough to pick up a few empty beer bottles off my front lawn. (Empty Coronas and MGDs, sure sign of barely-post-teen party).
Come Monday, on my way home from work, I pulled a disc out of the stereo and went to exchange it for another. After a few minutes of searching, followed by sheer disbelief, it became apparent that my two cases were indeed not in the car. *I live in a small strata community out in the boonies, this wasn't the result of kids out prowling downtown streets and looking for something to steal.* I gave it an extra day just to make sure they didn’t turn up, and then yesterday after work I knocked on the neighbor’s door. The younger of the two brothers answered my calling. I had planned out the conversation well beforehand, what I’d say if he took offense to my suggestions and what not, and I remained very diplomatic. I asked him if by chance it was a party where “friends of friends that couldn’t be accounted for” showed up, and if any of those people had left anything behind at his place. He looked slightly startled, then saddened, and said “Oh-no, did stuff go missing from your place too?” Turns out that my suspicions were correct, the boys’ party got way outta hand, people they didn’t know showed up, and a bunch of their own stuff disappeared as well. He promised me that if he did manage to track down his own CDs, (which I’m sure he’s trying very hard to do… a 17 year old’s music collection is always very important to him), then he’d be sure to return mine.
Oh well... granted, half of my collection was purchased music that I’ve had for about seven years now, (since the last time my vehicle was broken into), but a lot of it was just mixed discs that I stole off the internet. Karma I suppose.