#like I cannot stress enough that I messaged him yesterday saying that the pharmacy still hasn't gotten my meds

[cavitychemicals]

my psychiatrist is being completely useless with helping me get my adhd meds and it's pissing me off lmao. I've been completely out since january. I have been on this prescription for years. I found a pharmacy that said they should be able to get it. literally just tell me what I need to do to make that happen

[etraytin]

Quarantine, Day 53

Today can best be summarized by painting a mental picture for all of you. It is 8:20pm and my son and I are in the guest room. The guest room has a large closet with a double sliding door that is all mirror, providing a full reflection of the room. My son and I are scrunched up side by side, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into the mirror. We have spent ten minutes watching a video on how aphids poop candy, and it is still ten minutes until bedtime. We stare at ourselves in the mirror. "Blah," I say. 

"Blah," he agrees. 

"Blah," I echo. He repeats me, then I repeat him, faster and faster, still deadpan, still staring into the mirror. Finally we are just watching ourselves chanting "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" into the mirror, and that is exactly what Day 53 of quarantine is like. 

That is not to say everything is bad, more that everything is weird and surreal and sometimes a little bit completely pointless. I had good luck today at the drugstore; I was able to transfer the prescription I forgot to pickup before leaving home, and as a bonus, I found twelve entire mega-rolls of my preferred brand of toilet paper. That's right, not just any toilet paper, which would've been notable enough, this is the stuff I would've bought if I had a choice. Not at CVS where it costs the moon, mind you, but I'm still counting it as a big win! I also got a more appropriate hair color than the one I decided against using yesterday on the grounds that it might bleach my hair white to punish me for hubris. The guy in front of me at the pharmacy was like 75 years old, dressed like a businessman who pretended he'd been a farmer after he retired, and was not wearing a mask. What a yutz. Also a woman with her kindergartner and baby, none of them masked and her not even paying attention to what anybody might be putting in their mouths, but other than that, everybody was being pretty safe. 

I did the meals and the kitchen stuff today so I am more tired than yesterday, but we had chicken quesadillas for lunch and honest-to-god grilled burgers and brats for supper, so that was pretty great. We cannot have a grill at home because grills and stacked wooden balconies do not mix, so a backyard barbecue is a special treat. My dad taught me to grill and while I am not as good as him, we do all right. My mother in law would not stay sitting down today and she would not wear the damn brace, but at least she's eating and sleeping more, so it's something. I made her swear to me that if her real ortho doctor tomorrow says she must wear the brace, she will wear it. My husband finally got to talk to his dad on the phone today, and that was really good. Yesterday's call came while we were out of the house, so he missed it, but not today! Tomorrow we're supposed to get some kind of actual plan for the future. 

I started watching Leverage last night because so many of my friends on Tumblr have been cheering about it lately. I am up to episode 4 as they were broadcast, which is not apparently the series order, but that's kind of confusing. I like it so far though; it's got some very funny lines and I enjoy a show that takes the shitty things about our world and twists them just enough that a simple happy ending is possible. Also Parker's flashbacks so far have been deeply entertaining. I can tell that Nate and Sophie are supposed to be The Big Thing, but I can't help but feel like Nate and his insurance nemesis guy have some serious hate-sex smolder going on. Am I crazy? 

Got a message from the new foster that the kittens are doing great and being noisy, so that is pleasing. They will move to a different foster tomorrow though, and it's somebody I don't know. I hope they are good and remember to make lots of good notes. The kittens are close to four weeks old now, in another week they will be weanlings and can be fostered by a much wider range of people because they won't need all-night feedings. Until then, I will continue to stress about them periodically. For now, it is back to the JDFF project, which is proceeding slowly, and listening to Songs in the Key of X, a nostalgia-soaked album that was the first album I ever bought with my own money. God, I miss the days back in high school when I truly believed the X-Files had some kind of real master plan. That was so great.