10-17-2001 | 3:26 a.m.

Via a link from Pischina's blog, here is my new name:

Marshall of Belligerent Psychiatrists, Westminster Abby and Woolen Mufflers, Meg Deborah O'Nelson

And I like it very much.

You know, I wish years ago I knew how easy it was to get Xanax. Alternative to vodka. Easier on the stomach and liver. And cheaper. I used to have a special credit card that I used solely for the liquor store - and that is the sick truth. I wish I could say it was a lie. I still have not paid off the bill. My credit line was $1000 and I maxed it.

But now I have 90 1 mg. Xanax pills that cost me $5.00. And I feel warm & happy - so there. Please note: this is not an advertisement for Xanax. Don't try this at home kids. Believe me, it sounds fun but it'll be a bitch to get off the pills. Which I know I'll have to do. I am not condoning my behavior. Seriously, don't do it. I'm sorry I'm out of it. I never sleep, as you might have guessed. Well, not never. Not much though.

I got really scared when I picked up the newspaper today. There was an article on good locations for 'leaf peeping.' I got all nervous, thinking that this was a stalker like club or something. Turns out it's only people that like to take leisurely drives to marvel at the pretty colors of the Fall foilage.