My newest theory is that Pickle has some sort of vampire superpower that allows her to transform herself into a mist and slip through her cage bars. After modifying her cage to prevent another escape, she got out last night shortly after we headed to the bedroom and crawled into bed with us. Since I didn’t feel like trying to investigate the cage, naked and at midnight, she spent the night in the bathroom with a food dish and some water. I’m fairly certain she’s either slipping between the bars and shimmying between the bars and the chicken wire, pushing the plexiglass topper just enough to get an opening, or teleporting.

It’s been almost a week since I started the Wellbutrin, and while I don’t expect to suddenly have all the doom and gloom lifted off me no matter how much Eddie asks “Is the happy there yet?”, I’ve noticed a couple of things.

• It makes me very talkative. I swear that I wouldn’t shut up in the car last night. It was hysterical. I told Eddie to just tell me to STFU if I got too annoying.
• Yesterday for about 3 hours I felt like I was on speed. If it happens today I’ll use this new power for cleaning.
• I’ve had sex dreams every night since I started taking it, with the exception of last night. Last night I had a dream about having a conversation with Comrade that didn’t consist of me screaming “get the fuck out of my house!”

Right now, I want waffles. I spent the morning sleeping on the couch because Eddie was snoring, and damn it, I deserve waffles.

Plus, I told Eddie I was going to have them this morning.

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