"WTF is BUIA?" you may be asking yourself. But yourself is not a good person to ask because she doesn't know. (Honestly––if I can be blunt––when you ask yourself a question, yourself almost never knows the answer, because if she knew the answer, then you'd know it in the first place. So really, there's nothing to be gained by asking yourself a question, especially if the question is rhetorical. Just my two cents.)
Don't worry if you don't know what it means.
I have a declaration to make: (is the teleprompter ready?) *clears throat indelicately*
"I'm the only person who knows what BUIA is because I made it up just now. But I'll tell you soon. Actually, now. Look below this line. "
Blogging Under (the) Influence (of) Ambien
(It's starting to settle in so I need to make this fast)
All I have is a minor observation to share.
There is something majorly funky going on with my right side. TMJ flare-up in right jaw, carpal tunnel flare-up in right wrist, and as I noticed tonight, my right shoulder is considerably lower than my left shoulder when I'm standing up 'straight'. I feel like I should go audition for a V-8 commercial. Oh wait, they don't do those "hadn't had a V-8" ads anymore.
Anyway....
The Ambien power is strong in this one . . . we haven't much time, children . . . . hurry hurry . . . .
So I've reached a point where I know I need to go seek out some help––namely, a masseuse and a chiropractor. Possibly an acupuncturist, too. And I need to do it ASAP. So Mark tells me to just google some places around us....easy, right?
It turns out that typing "putnam county ny massage" into Google turns up some, uh, questionable businesses. (You know.) (Don't make me literally spell it out for you.)
So the moral of the story is: don't do what I did.
When you need a massage, type in "massage therapist" or "therapeutic massage" or "licensed massage therapist". Not just "massage." Tying only "massage" in there can get you an onslaught of a completely different kind of massage, especially if you happen to be close to a big city...say, New York City. Yeah.
Ambien is telling me it is time to go to bed now. I must obey.
Goodnight, all.
Goodnight moon
and the red ballon,
and the little toy house and the (ADJECTIVE) mouse
and goodnight chairs and going up stairs
and the cow jumping over the moon
with a grandmother whispering "hush, hush."
Goodnight to me, goodnight to you,
goodnight to the animals inside the zoo!
(mmrrrreeeooow)
(Goodnight to you too, Pepperpotamus Boo!)
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