"It's a Long Way to Heaven, It's Closer to Harrisburg..."

Hay's in! Also, the sausages. Oh, God, the sausages. You do not even want to know. We had five pounds of ground lamb, feta cheese, rosemary, and the garlic, all of which went through the meat grinder into the shiny new slimy evil-smelling hog casings. I hate hog casings. Anyway, we made twenty-six sausages and four patties out of the leftover stuff stuck in the meat grinder, so that was pretty successful; Mama says sausages are going for around three dollars a link out of Williams & Sonoma, and I think they paid thirty dollars for the lamb.

And I also saw the psychiatrist and have a new prescription for Seraquel-- "You're not on a mood stabiliser?" she said. "WHY aren't you on a mood stabiliser? Who would prescribe you just an anti-depressant?" --which someday I will take to get filled. She also said it would help me get my sleep somewhat back to normal, which I guess would be nice. ("Sleeping like that will make your mental illness worse.")

And I made dinner again! Fourth time this week! I am excited because I am really trying to learn how to cook and not have to rely on somebody else for foods, as I think this could actually be helpful as far as the eating weirdness, which I admittedly still have. Also, I want to be able to help out when I'm staying with mhari, and being able to do some of the dinner cooking so that her mom isn't always having to balance meals for five people with totally different eating habits seems like it would be a good start.

Aaaaand sleepy. Oh Lord, I work at the library to-morrow yay.