iTrip and Sex Talk

The Jesus stations are taking over the bottom of the dial and leaving no room for my iTrip to transmit, too. No doubt, part of a coup by the people that make the adapter for car stereos.

Yesterday, I had the weirdest talk ever with my doctor. I went in to make sure my blood pressure wasn't wacky and that I wasn't losing too much weight. Losing too much weight? That's like too much Dog The Bounty Hunter. Impossible. Anyway, he started talking to me about the divorce and reassured me that I shouldn't feel bad for getting divorced and I should think with my head and not my penis and beware of unfulfilling sexual relationships unless it is worked out ahead of time. It was weird, but he meant well. He told me that I should write a letter to my ex and let her know how I feel or else I might start stalking her and stuff. So weird. So, at the end I asked him for some Wellbutrin because I think I might want to quit smoking. He gave it to me, but asked why I would ever want to quit smoking. Apparently, he is a smoking afficionado, as well.