psych, date nights oh my

So I saw my psychiatrist today.. after a longish hiatus. He says I seem to be "doing well.. better." I always sort of laugh to myself about these things, because my therapist knows a hell of a lot more about how I 'am' than he does. Psychiatrists are this weird.. force. They prescribe your meds, that's fairly it. For me it always has been at least. I'm coming in here to see you for 15 minutes to get refills, dude. I may seem cool as a cucumber right, but seriously, you haven't the slightest clue. And I always get this feeling that he worries that I'm going to abuse Clonazepam. Dude! And I haven't had a refill since November... But he always asks how many I'm taking as if he's worried. Yeah, I have an alcohol abuse problem at times, but I'm not going to swallow 3 clonazepams a day.. my schedule simply won't allow it.
Ha. I like him just fine, I really do, I'm just letting my thoughts flow.
And I'm not totally sober right now so bare with me.

Me and the hubby had a date night. We went to the Olive Garden and had a wonderful time together. 2 glasses of wine, 2 small margaritas, and 1 beer later with a towel on my head, I'm ready to hit the sack.

I can not wait til my next work vacation. I love you, week of September 28th.. please come soon.