I’m Manic…? (But it’s Okay Because I Got a New Car)

So much news today.

I saw my psychiatrist last night, and I feel very hopeful that my crazy brain and its sucktastic chemicals can be straightened out shortly. He said I was in a “manic state,” which made me a little…I dunno…surprised, thoughtful, WTF? etc, because, well, the term “manic” is usually paired with bi-polar or some other mood disorder. He stayed away from any diagnosing, thankfully, and tweaked my meds so that I feel quite optimistic I’ll stop hankering to jump off my roof or fantasizing about throwing things at my husband’s face. He was so sweet, though, and kept saying he was so sorry about how many years I’ve had to suffer, and said he thought I was too skinny and needed to gain weight,

but he miraculously somehow managed to say it in the right way, (whatever way that is) and not in one of the ways that makes one want to throttle another’s throat. He’s a cute old man that looks just like Orville Redenbacher. Seriously.

So, in my previous post, I vaguely mentioned car troubles. I found it extremely irritating and ironic yesterday that as I was on my way home from dropping Agent Mulder off at the mechanic to get his AC fixed (finally!) our other car, a ’98 Jetta, which is a monumental P.O.S, died. Splat, kerplunk. DEAD. I only made it a few blocks down the road before the piece of crap started freaking out and making dying noises and refusing to move much. I coasted into a gas station parking lot (by this time everybody was honking at me because I was going so slow and naturally I was freaking out because I couldn't find my hazards in such hostile conditions) and barely made it into a spot before it wouldn't move at all anymore. The transmission is shot, and it would cost far more to fix it than it’s even worth. So I called Brandon, frustrated, hot, freaked out; and he came to pick me up in one of his company cars. Well, by that time, we were both in a pretty rotten mood (I was really wanting to chuck things at his face by this point) because we were suddenly out a car, and weren’t sure what we were going to do about it.

So, fast forward a few hours, and I’m driving home from work. I call Bran, ask him what’s up, and he finally tells me he’s on his way home from buying me a new car. Our convo went something like this:

Brandon: I just bought you a new car.
Me: Shutup.
Brandon: No, really I did.
Me: Shutup, no you didn’t.
Brandon: I really did. Seriously.
Me: This isn’t even funny. I’m in a bad mood, and this isn’t helping.
Brandon: Brie! I got you a new car!
Me: Alright then, what kind of car did you get?
Brandon: It’s a brand new 2008 Jetta.
Me: SHUTUP. You’re so lame. You think I’m falling for this joke? Where are you really?
Brandon: :(

Well, it turns out he really did buy me the new car. It’s white – well, off-white, kind of like a satin eggshell color, really, and she’s a stick-shift, and she’s hot, and she’s mine, all mine! I’m. so. happy. Money can’t buy happiness, (I hear) but cars sure can. Whee! Here's a pic of the car, only obviously this is the wrong color - Google didn't have my color available. Boo!

I’m a little sad, though. Today one of my dear friends/supervisors is…well…let’s just say no longer working for the company. She came up to me, and hugged me for like five minutes, and was crying, and telling me she loved me and to take care of my “sweet little body” and to be healthy. I had a lump in my throat the size of Texas, and when she left, totally lost it. I’m going to miss her.

What else? Oh yes. We’re going to Idaho for the weekend to visit Brandon’s sister and her husband and their cute little baby. I’ll be home Sunday evening. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.