December 1st, 2009 by admin

I met with my doctor again about my mood disorders. Right before going to bed last night I took a new drug for which she wrote me a script. According to the literature, the effects are typically not experienced for at least a couple weeks, but after almost five years of emotional turmoil, I actually woke up singing at 5:30 am when Ron got up to prepare for work.

No kidding. I opened my eyes and started singing “You’re Getting to be a Habit with Me” from the 42nd Street Broadway musical along with a smattering or other random songs and arias.

Then instead of speaking, I sang all my communications to Ron and suggested that we treat our lives as a musical for a day and sing everything.

He said: “No”.

I asked “What?”

He said succinctly that he didn’t like musicals to begin with and that it would be like a living hell for him.

I told him it would be funny for a day especially if we sang to everyone we met even while running errands.

He said people would think I’m strange.

I said, “Like that’s ever stopped me before” (all in song of course).

After he left, I recorded a couple versions of the first song of the day to document this day marking the distinct absence of darkness in my life for so many years.

WARNING: I am not Frank Sinatra, Doris Day or Ruby Keeler, and there is a schmaltz factor to this song, so listen at your own risk. I’m so happy right now about being functional like I used to be that am sharing this song at the risk of certain ridicule.

You’re Getting to be a Habit with Me