Or maybe not....
Not sure what it is about my blog that makes Google think I need a "rest". And by "rest" I mean that the men in the white coats are going to forcibly take me away where i will be locked in a small padded room - where they'll take my shoe laces and I'm only allowed play-dough and edible paint....and I'll have to wear those drafty hospital gowns that always have that funny smell and a really hideous pattern.
The ads (that image is just way too small) are for Brookhaven Retreat which is described as a place for "residential mood disorder treatment" while the other ad seems to think I need to "Raise Your Serotonin"....hmmmmm.....
On the bright side maybe they'll give me chocolate pudding and take me for walks....
-p[ (my plush liver just fell off my monitor stand and typed that for you)....
Now that I think about it maybe those ads aren't so much for me, as they are for YOU for reading all this crap (or carp as I keep typing today. the typos are killing me).
I need more sleep.
Playing for me today:
