New no-prescription online pharmacies: USA Pharmacy Pills is cheaper than my old link, Nice Price Pharmacy, and the shipping on both is a flat $10 per order. Also available is My Dispensary, with even lower prices, but $15 flat-rate shipping.

These links are really for my reference, and for my friends and family who also use them. All three are supplied by the same wholesaler, so have the same product lists, and roughly the same prices.

literally.

It’s literally hailing. Right now. At my house, in Phoenix, AZ.

I love summer hail storms. 100 degree day, hail storm at 5PM in the afternoon.

Beautiful.

Storms like clockwork are nice, too. Did you ever notice that the “monsoon” storms we get later in the summer seem to hit at almost precisely 5PM every day, too? Beautiful.

I’m not allowed to bitch about the things in my life I want to bitch about. I’m not allowed to talk or type about this or that or the other thing going on in my life because for some reason I’ve begun associating with people who think privacy exists and have asked me to play along. It’s stupid.

And frankly, I’ve begun to break.

I’ve begun to let things slip here and there. Things that have no business being confidential at this point. Some of which I didn’t think had any business being confidential at the time. I don’t get it. it’s like a combination of dishonesty and shame, this secrecy business. I don’t do things I’m ashamed of, I don’t like being dishonest, I don’t like other people being dishonest to me, and my general opinion is that if people are ashamed of the things they’re doing that they shouldn’t be doing them.

So what’s with all these secrets?

Why do people live lives they’re ashamed of?

Why do people lie to each other?

I can understand a certain amount of discretion, a certain amount of silence around people with known intolerances, because you can’t change other people, but leading a life you yourself cannot tolerate (or tolerate others knowing you’re living it, which seems equivalent to me) — why do people do that?

Ugh. Another post about not posting about my life. I could tell you I’m less depressed now than before, but I can’t tell you about my life, my job, my friends, my love life, what’s important to me or what’s going on and been going on to push my moods around the spectrum. I am reduced to meaning less than this, to meaninglessness.

Less than this, but about to break.

(New Living Translation)

Wisdom for Life

1 A good reputation is more valuable than the most expensive perfume. In the same way, the day you die is better than the day you are born.
2 It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still time.

3 Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us.

4 A wise person thinks much about death, while the fool thinks only about having a good time now.