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I just got my meds refilled and have started taking them again on a regular basis. I know ... shaddup! Lets just stipulate up front that I'm an idiot and be done with it.

So, the ex was here yesterday hanging out with me and the boys, we went shopping and did some other stuff. See, we find good deals on meat, buy a shit pile and split the cost. It works out well.

So while we're doing that, I invite her to stay for supper. We also went out and rented "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," "300" and "Bridge to Terabithia." It'll be a nice night of almost-family normalcy. Right? Riiiiiiight!

Have you learned NOTHING from reading this blog, grasshopper?

It's about 6 p.m. and time to take my evening meds. I grab my drink and upend the container holding the 9 bazillion pills I take per day and down them with a gulp.

Well, a couple of hours later, I start feeling really drunk ... woozy and kinda sleepy. It was about that time I remembered that hiding among those 9 bazillion pills was the pill that allows me to sleep nights ... yep ... my Ambien.

Apparently, I helped mowed the lawn, made a few passes at the ex, and fell asleep in the middle of TMNT ... all by 10 p.m.

Of course I don't REMEMBER any of this, but that's what the boys and the ex tell me I did and the lawn IS mowed so ...

Moral of the story? Fuck if I know! But I do know I'll be a little more careful the next time I upend my pill box and take the ones that make me do stupid shit like that out until I'm ready to hit the sack.

Remember kids: Better living through chemistry. It can be a beautiful thing ... if you pay attention to what the fuck you are doing!