Today is the 4-year anniversary of ErinirE and Katsumi. I think I’ve told this story before, but I want to reiterate that I am not some sappy piece of crap woman that was all OH LET’S HAVE OUR ANNIVERSARY ON VALENTINE’S DAY WON’T THAT BE SWEET.

I was in a long-distance relationship with a boy from college, and for some reason I can’t recall right now, Katsu took me out on Valentine’s Day to Betty’s Wok and Noodles on Huntington. We had an amazing time, a three-course dinner, he spent well over a hundred dollars, and we both got blasted on sake cocktails. I had the distinct feeling that long-distance boy was not long for the world of my affection, and sure enough, within a month it was me and Katsu and monogamy. Later on, we could never remember when we actually made it official, so we just decided that the 14th was our first date, regardless of the fact that we weren’t together in any sense of the word.

Long story short, our anniversary is kind of a sham, because I was actually dating somebody else. Happy anniversary of me being a harlot!!

I’m in sort of a crappy mood today, though, can you tell? That’s because, once again, I got almost no sleep last night. I stayed up reading a book about the number zero, thinking that would bore me into submission. No dice. I plucked my eyebrows. I drank decaf tea. I stared at the ceiling. I read some more.

And then?

I woke up at 8:30 in the morning and COULD NOT GET BACK TO SLEEP.

And for all my friends out there in the ether, let me tell you from whither cometh the insomnia. Two weeks ago, I started on a medication called Cymbalta. Go ahead, google it if you want, it’s a SSRI / SNRI (serotonin and norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor) that I was prescribed for anxiety and depression. I did a lot of research on the drug before I decided to take it, and I found that some people had some pretty interesting side effects. Some people lost weight. Some people gained weight. Some people were tired all the time, some people had the runs. Some people got constipated. Some people got alopecia. I was sort of on the fence about the whole thing, but then I had a bad day of epic proportions and I was like, fuck it, how bad could it be. And really, it’s not *that* bad, I guess, but I don’t remember reading – anywhere – accounts of this unrelenting lack of sleep. So I’m putting it out there for all the googlers to find- I am on Cymbalta and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in two weeks.

And I am none too happy with that fact.

whew!! That felt good. Not as good as, say, 8 uninterrupted hours of REM, but pretty good anyway.

Happy anniversary, baby, I promise that by the time you come home from work I’ll be more cheerful!!