My dad is going to crush Jimmy Carter on Judgement Day

 It won't even be remotely a contest.  My dad was a republican, an engineer, and a frequent visitor to Atlanta.  What did Jimmy Carter do? A little too much volunteer work.

My dad took us to mexican restaurants, nature hikes, and the beach.  What did Jimmy Carter do except pave the way for Ronald Reagan. The 70s were about high gas prices.  The 80s were about my dad helping my sister and me build terrariums for our salamanders.

I wish I could be there during whatever ceremony my dad has already been waiting for in heaven.  It will be a little awkward. Jesus Christ will say, how do I say this, Bob Efird is the winner this time.

Congratulations everyone else who totally called it, how could it be more obvious. Dad versus a "president." Jimmy will ask for a do-over, where he lives on a pond and drives to the tennis court playing opera music.  But it is too late.  He has soundly been defeated like anyone else who ever made the mistake of challenging my dad to a game of chess or anything else. This time it was a contest referreed by God, and the champion was determined today after 100 years of predestined futility.

Old Year's Eve

Ok everyone, here is one of my New Years Posts.  I will probably write another one later or tomorrow as well.

The main thing now is to reflect on the past year and see if I met my goals. I would say I mostly did.  My goals were to increase participation in Graphic Design, Journalism, and Comedy. And I did three graphic design picture books, two comedy routines,and a lot of blog posts.  I also ended the year with some onion articles. So I think with those main goals I did great and am thankful.

One of my other goals was to go downtown more.  I actually only did the minimum for that. But it kept me from spending as much money, so I think it worked out.  I took three train trips and gave away another 400 books.  The book giveaways actually slowed down a lot.  I do not know how it will go this year, but I might not have money to share much more.

The other main thing is the videos on my facebook page, advertising the books.  The conspiracy is saying that it went well, but I don’t know if I sold any books at all.  My numbers make it seem like I sold only about twenty copies, but Ravneet sends me messages sometimes saying it went well.

Another main thing is that I successfully changed my name to Refried Bean. It was documented by 19 credit card companies and about ten government agencies.

Some people dragged their feet in calling me the new name, and it was not easy in some social circles to introduce myself.  But really, I think it has gone very well and a lot of people do call me Refried or use both the first and last name, which I find kind of funny and cute.

My pen name is very secure and I am public enough that no one should succeed in taking it away.  Probably some more trolls will try as my books reach people.

Did anyone get Refried Bean books for Christmas? I hope so, but it seems like they didn’t, and why should I be deprived of that joy of seeing an audience receive my work?  I still disagree with it and think the people who always take away the fruit of my labor are fools.

Well there we are on a negative note again. On my next New Years post for this years goals, I will try not to let the bad people tarnish it. That is all for now, happy holidays, mystery readers.

Almost There

 Hello everyone, I am trying to get to my annual New Year’s post that focuses on goals and reflection.  But unfortunately, I endured quite an attack from my housing and mental health program for the holidays. So I have a few posts that are more negative.  I always thought that if I just do what I am supposed to and be a nice person, then I wouldn’t have weird life problems.  But wow the bad people target some people, and for me it hasn’t really stopped. 

I guess in heaven there will be lectures about it, either from high level disciples or Jesus Christ himself, and he will explain the motives and tactics of those who thought they would get away with treating me like garbage. And there will be a slide show of those people licking scum from the street near their dumpster in purgatory.

Yes, my hope for heaven has been substantially damaged, and now I indulge in very liberal theology that includes more worlds and time realms than Star Trek or Flintstones.

On the next post I am going to try not to mention the psychological attack that I am currently enduring. I am just going to talk about New Years.  That is what I wanted to do a few days ago. Does anyone see how this works? How they try to take your peace of mind?

And how fun a target I am because I am a writer? And my good upbringing has never worn off.  People see my church value from youth and think they can attack a good person from First Presbyterian Church with no consequences. Well they dig a hole for themselves until they realize they should leave me alone and find their own righteousness.

And what they will never see is that it was free the whole time and they couldn’t have been stupider in front of all of humanity.

Dirty Dishonesty and the Usual Countdown Til Heaven

 Well hello everyone, this is my third blog post in a row.  It is Dec 29.  My housing program ruined these last few days of the year, maybe with some help of my doctor who did not send in my prescription in time so my insurance is messed up. What a pain, and the fact that it is probably on purpose is a lash from Satan.  

I am going to start writing formal requests for rent discounts when they do something bad like that on purpose.  That way it will be documented, and my legal case will build up.

I listened to some music just now and things could be worse.  My facebook numbers are good and I reached about ten million people this year on a budget that is probably 20 times less than my main two years.  So that is good, and I will keep sending memes around the world. Maybe I will add some poems, but I don’t know.  I think I might have done wrong to consolidate and do poems and jokes on one page instead of separate.  But that is what the page says: poems and jokes by Refried Bean.

So anyway, I’m sad to be fighting hatred again, and feel confused about why I was part of such bad institutions for my whole adulthood.  First Barnes and Noble, and now the Bridge.

And then the other random problem people.  I have mixed feelings about mental health Pros programs.  The groups you attend are conspicuously not therapy, but social instead, but often people there really need therapy. And the socializing puts people down if you seem like you are okay in some way. 

That is all I will say about it. I am thankful for a place to go.  And there are nice people.  But I know that I am being ground into the dirt in the Bronx and it just gets worse and worse. And I know that path is rooted in principles and policies of the mental health field that takes down any real success and replaces it with insulting Freudian control.

so unexpectedly comical

 Well everyone, it is about 10 pm on Dec 28. I just prayed for a while and read some poems in a literary magazine.  I weirdly have only read one or two other literary magazines ever.  That’s just not where I got my poetry from, because I mostly read books.  So I didn’t bother sending stuff to lit mags either, to try to be published, but wow, it is pretty neat, maybe I will some time.  I think it is hard to start now ten years after an MFA but you never know who will like your poems.

So interestingly I just got trolled on my book ad, which is a video.  And this Mexican guy called for other Mexicans to express their protest against my name, which is Refried Bean.

Occasionally I have had various fears about my pen name, and worried that either other people will already use the same name more successfully, or they will view it as racist because of other people's bad use of the term.  But after reading that guy’s post, I see how absurd that is, for anyone to challenge it for any reason.  And for any mexican person to claim total ownership of something like refried beans. I decided to delete the post because I am paying for the ad to share.  But I could easily have told the guy he’s not that special and I’ve been eating at Taco Bell my whole life.  I mean maybe I should have but I just decided not to give him the air time.

It's kind of a funny surprise, to see how comical it is for people to suggest the name is offensive. I kind of get why they would, especially when it is popular now to call anything a white person does racist.  But wow I just named myself a food name, and it is in English.

So I guess my mood has improved since the last post.  But it is not a happy thing that I am still being tortured.  When is it going to stop? I hope it does stop.  Usually it seems like the conspiracy says I have to be tortured in order to recover and it’s not going to stop.  But mostly I feel that I genuinely can’t take it and no one should be treating me the way I am treated all the time pretty much everywhere I go.

Why is hellfire and brimstone my specialty

 Well hello everyone, today is December 28. I took the train to Manhattan today and went to Trader Joes.  I had stopped going to Trader Joes for about four years but visited the Pronto store before Christmas to buy a few people some cookies.  Today I went in and bought a hundred dollars worth of goodies.  Their prices do not appear to have spiked from inflation, or at least have been corrected since then, and it was an awesome deal.  Some cookies cost four dollars, and some candy cost only a dollar forty nine.

I was going to give quite a bit of it to the people in the office at my housing.  But then I decided to wrap it all up and put it under my Christmas tree.  I did set aside two boxes of cookies for the office.  As for my neighbors, I thought about sharing with them and might still do that as I eat the stuff myself.  So it will be once it is opened.  I think if I gave them whole packs of stuff they would sell it and not enjoy it as a gift. So I think I did the right thing.

It is hard to feel the good feelings from it because tonight one of the office people told me my medicine was here, but the main medicine still isn’t here, and I am going to have to call insurance about it.  And this problem was caused on purpose either by my mental health program or housing, both of which subscribe to the power plays common in mental health fields.  I am frankly disgusted by the whole industry’s moral compromises and hypocritical racism, but I have no choice except to depend on these organizations, and there are enough benefits for me to keep on living here so far.  If I am ever well enough to be on my own, then maybe I will move back to Greenville, SC, drive again, and try to wash dishes at a restaurant that gives me free food.

Usually there are reasons for mistreatment that supposedly benefit the client.  The abuse last year resulted in me changing medicines.  I am not convinced they did the right thing, and the emotional torture definitely caused me permanent damage. 

The main thing I think I should do is pray for other severely persecuted people.  And it is severe, even though some people desperately want to believe I have it easy.  I feel sorry for them. There have always been people like that in my life, who are in denial about bad things that happen to me, or anything I do that is good.

I am so sad to be saying things that are not going right. I wanted this post to be a humble brag about going to Trader Joes.  Like one of those “grocery store haul” videos on youtube.  But actually I found myself in theological territory and could see why Jesus’s forgiveness was enough for count for other people.  So when we can’t forgive our enemies, Jesus forgives them and they can still go to heaven.  And in heaven, we will be glad about it and receive the recompense for what was lost, as well as any reward if we handled it okay.

I myself have not handled things well, but I am still alive to pray for millions of people all over the world and in other time periods.  I think you can only go so far with a Catholic system where you guess that God will grant a certain amount of blessings because of your obedience in suffering, or provide other people with the forgiveness that you imagine for your own situation.  I do think there are systems and priestly negotiations that happen. However, the true Protestants will be found to have served the whole world by referring everyone to God himself and the blessings already secured.  They say not to participate in an earnings charade and be deceived into thinking other people’s salvation is in your hands, or even the problem people’s own will.  Well that is not what I am trying for and of course it doesn’t have to be like that. But if I fathom a mystery, I won’t keep it to myself.

Do you guys miss the commas I used to use correctly? Does anyone have any opinions about that? I don’t know how I feel about it, and whether I should be more strict with sentence structure as a repentance in the new year. 

I guess that will be another blog post soon, to discuss goals for the year.  I am just not happy that suddenly my goal is to avoid torture and being sent to jail for no reason whatsoever except the same liberal racism that has already ruined my life. Here is where I erase some things, and don’t say anything else about how bad I think the people are who would hurt me like this. Literally on a day where I went downtown to buy them presents. I have started chanting “Shame, shame, shame,” when the security guards target me. Eventually a whole chorus of angels will join me as these people start to burn for eternity.

On Judgement Day when I get an award for not calling you a slur

Well hello everyone, today is Christmas.  It is about 4:30 pm.  At 5:15 I will go to an online Christmas party.  I think it will be nice. Honestly it has been a rough day. I got triggered this week by things similar to pandemic days, all the soaring social media numbers and bad politics, and then the zaps to the heart from bad leaders who favor criminals, and then the hate from my apartment staff.  I knew it wasn’t over, and I could not relax or announce to anyone that the bad people were gone.

The main thing to do about it is pray for forgiveness for whole societies and millions of people.  You never know who it will benefit.  And people’s salvation could be hinging on it, and you just pray for their soul so God shows mercy to them and many others.

And then what did you lose, some popularity for a while, some status with people who aren’t that great anyway, and some bragging rights when God already knows you did what you were supposed to.

The poets are the architects of heaven. That is what James Allen said.  I like that and it is a good book, As a Man Thinketh. But really I think prayer is how you construct new worlds and clean up the old places too.  I guess some of the shambles of our society are from brave battles and cool endurance from some humble people who were discovered.  But a lot of it is just thoughtless destruction from selfish ignorant racists. And the compromise that it took to ever include them at all will show itself as a legacy of shame.

Have a good christmas

 Hello everyone, this is Refried. Today is Christmas Day. It is 12/24/24.

I am doing okay. I have had some ups and downs.  I did laundry today and was glad to have some clean clothes.  Laundry is my favorite chore because it is so rewarding.

Yesterday I made cookies and a bean dip.  In my refrigerator, I have a bottle of sparkling grape juice that I will drink soon.

My mom sent me a text and I did not think to call her.  I do not know why but I am glad I mailed her some presents.

She is going to my sister’s house for Christmas.  I am glad I sent them some presents too.

I did okay for people this year. I feel a little bit out of the game.  I do not know if I will ever feel like part of normal society again.

Yesterday I took a huge bag of werthers originals to my mental health program and had a nice time passing out the shiny gold wrapper candy.  I knew the people would like the yummy caramels.

I did well this year not expecting to see the person I like. I always think that I am finally going to be in person with someone and it always is a trick.  This year I did not fall for it but I feel bad because I did not get Ravneet a present at all.  But I might get her a lamp from World Market sometime.

I think I will do another book video soon. I mean maybe I should be doing that right now out in the snow scene. Well hmm maybe I will go outside in a while and do that.

Maybe this is going to be a long blog post.  I thought it was going to be about something else.  I thought it was going to be my reaction to the horrifying news that Biden took back the death penalty for some monsters who already got too much wait time in prison taking up financial resources.  And that same day, someone was burned alive on the subway.

Who will show the moral leadership for killing the rapists and child abusers.  We will probably not be blessed as a nation again until we handle it. 

Great News, Everyone!

 

Hi everyone, I have some happy news, which is that I was accepted into a high IQ society.  The society that accepted me is Infinity International. It is for people with a proven 140 IQ. I am so thankful and it makes me feel better after some suffering and rejection. In my life I actually have had some good acceptance as a writer and school person, but I have also had some severe underestimation and mental battering.  So this is a nice marker to clear up any mispercetions based on my behavior and faults and foibles.

Wow, this was a rough week, I feel that there was quite a spiritual attack, but friends helped me get through it and I am hoping for a nice Christmas. I might buy some cokes at the store tomorrow.

Next Friday I take the Mensa test and I hope that I can get a score that qualifies me directly for their organization as well.  I think what is most likely is that I will barely pass.  But we don't know how it will go, and it is kind of a tough challenge for me to try at all.

Thanks again for the conspiracy, and thanks Ravneet for helping me get through these recent days.

I hope you all have a great Christmas and get lots of presents every year for eternity!

Main lesson: Choose the test center option

       Hello everyone, this is Refried. Today is Tuesday, Dec 17. I am recovering from an unexpected incident that traumatized me on mild levels personally but was actually pretty extreme psychologically.  As I mentioned in my other blog post, I tried to take the GRE at-home-test Sunday. I kept changing my mind about whether to try my best on the whole test or just do well on the verbal section and either skip or tank the other sections.  Just a day before taking the test, I realized that on my practice test, the computer punished my verbal score if I tanked the math test.  Well that meant I needed to do well on the whole thing.  

       It came time to take the test, and the proctor was late to the agreed time for the session.  Then he talked too quietly and was not helpful as we set up the online system.  I think he was doing it on purpose, and there were three things that made no sense whatsoever and had to have been an attempt to drain my patience.

      When it came time to scan my apartment so he could see my testing station was right, I could not easily place the computer within visibility of the door.  To plug it in, it had to be the way I usually use it on zoom.  This is when I decided to give up and cancel so my scores were not affected by a bad experience.  Obviously there are multiple factors, and my computer was heating up, too.

       But it wasn’t a normal choice to forfeit the cost of the test.  The experience with the proctor was so violating that I immediately started contacting the test company to complain.  I also unexpectedly asked for a refund.  The process of communication was blocked by bots and barriers to a normal customer service process.

      The bad feeling has lasted for days, and this morning I sent a letter about it to some seminary friends.  It did help me feel better and I felt God’s love because I owed those pals a Christmas email and now I had some good content.

      So that is weird, and today I got the email from ETS saying my “scores were not reported” because my computer didn’t have visibility to the door.

      I think that tomorrow I will hear back from one of the people I complained to.  I think I will be calm and accept losing the money. I think that it might end up being two separate issues: the bad proctor, and not being able to take the test.

     Except I am not sure it was two separate issues.  I think if I had a good proctor I would have been able to find a solution about the laptop.

      Yesterday I almost filed a complaint with better business bureau, and at night I even wondered if I should report it to police, based on the deliberate nature of the incident. But today I think I am opting out of an ongoing legal battle.  I think that my complaints and their choices of what to do will just be what they are, and their problem is more than apparent and documented.

I'm going to have to stand up for myself on this one.

 Well hello everyone, this is Refried, just blogging a little bit on a Saturday morning.  I have been blogging on these blogs for many years now. I like the old fashioned blogging and think people who say everything is on substack now are not totally right about that.

Tomorrow I am taking the GRE on my own computer at home. I am going to tank the math section and write a letter for my essay portion describing some of my actual intentions.  Because really I am just trying to see if I can do well at the verbal portion and get in the 95^th percentile.  I scored in the 94^th percentile on the main time I actually took the test, and it almost qualifies me for the poetic genius society, which I thought would be fun to be a part of.  But they were strict with scoring and did not let me in even though I also got a 97^th percentile perfect score on the writing portion of that same test many years ago.  If you score the whole thing it puts me in 99.9 range, even 99.99 if you look at it a certain way. But really I only spike to that level occasionally and in real life I’m actually right exactly in the 99.5 range of the poetic genius society.  And I think they should be able to see that easily from my numbers.  So now the fun is kind of taken out of it.  And it matches other experiences of chronic low status and rejection that are suspicious.  Like there starts to be a discrimination pattern and you have to revisit my identity factors and notice the autism, mental illness, christianity, and bent gender.  

Well there are other societies like Mensa that I could qualify for with just my old SAT scores, and I might ask my mom if she can find those and mail them to me.  

This interest started a few years ago when I got marked way too low on some psychiatric testing.  I had lost 30 IQ points from trauma, and the way they described me felt insulting.  Like questionable personality and intelligence, after being quite an entertainer for years and breezing through the top honors college in the country. 

So anyway I have learned a lot from this and changed my mind about some ways of seeing things.  One thing I see differently is Mensa.  I always thought it was kind of prideful behavior to join an IQ society, and then when I was finding these societies online, I felt like Mensa was too low.  It is just 98^th percentile. That’s one in fifty people.

But now I see them as being the inclusive, nonsupremacist organization which really has a noble mission of celebrating intellectual ability and goals, and helping gifted people meet each other.  And personally I don’t feel as much need to prove higher levels by joining the other groups, but might choose the fellowship instead.

My mom is going to see if she can find my old SAT scores, which might qualify me for both societies.  That would be a weird outcome, because my GRE had something truly spectacular, which was a perfect score on the section that virtually no one gets a perfect score on.  Even the perfect math scores have three entire percentile points less than a perfect on analytical.  So it is the highest of the perfect scores.  And yet these IQ societies can’t tolerate it.  They say it doesn’t correlate, but what it doesn’t correlate to is their own inability to produce their own material. To generate genius content instead of jumping through academic hoops. 

Maybe I have caved into nerdy insecurity out of failure, or maybe I am still the punk clown who finds the strictest of standards to be a stage and vault for jokes and mental revolution.

How to Change Your Name

 Hello everyone, this is Refried Bean, just describing my name change process if anyone wants to know how to change a name. It is a lot of work but can be done in a straightforward way with most of the crucial things happening within about two months. 

The first step is to fill out an affidavit form requesting the name change and have it notarized.  A lawyer can help but is not necessary.  You then take this form to the name change office at a courthouse with proper ID and do what they tell you. I think there is also a thirty dollar fee.  They process the request over about a four week period and then have you come in with additional ID. There might also be another document that has to be notarized.  This second appearance creates more of a paper trail and I would suspect that for some people they get it done faster and with just two visits to the courthouse. 

You need to have a reason to change your name, but generally it is your right.  A legitimate reason makes it go more smoothly.  For me, I was making my pen name that I already used for 10 years into my permanent name, so I brought the court a copy of a thin children’s book that I wrote, which also had a photo of me with my name.

Eventually they grant your request and you go to the court house for a third time to pick up the actual court order.  This is the most key document.  It costs about six dollars per copy and you need to get about ten copies so you have enough for all the agencies you want to update during the first year.  The court house keeps copies of the document also, so if you ever need one, you can go back and order more. 

After you have this document, you immediately go to the DMV to update your drivers license, and take it to the social security office to have your new social security card ordered.  At the office, they might instantly type it in their computer, but you still have to wait until they mail you a new card. Several other agencies are updated automatically from the visit to the social security office.  For instance, SSDI and medicare. However a call directly to the medicare office is a good idea, and they change your medicare card too. This takes time, and to me it is questionable that it does not happen faster.

The DMV license becomes a document almost as important as the court order itself, because that is what you take to banks as soon as possible, so you can get a debit card with your new name. It is also a document that most places want to see instead of a court order.  You need to send original copies of the court order to most of the government ID agencies, but most businesses and organizations want to see the license. Also, keep your old license with your old name for places who want to see both IDs.

Changing your name on your birth certificate is interesting because the birth certificate is a historical record in addition to being used as ID.  So you can see a case for not being allowed to change it on the birth certificate.  But what they will do is change it and send you a new birth certificate that says “amended.”

A priority that is another main form of ID is the passport.  This can be done at the post office and is actually somewhat challenging in terms of effort.  You have to make an appointment, get a photo taken, and fill out an application that can’t have things crossed out on it.  Also there is a fee that is more expensive than the other costs for the name change.

It takes several months to get all of this done, but the first days and weeks are crucial to get it started with the visits to social security and DMV.

Other priorities are insurance, Medicaid, organizations you participate in, and asking people you know to call you by your new name.  Some places make you ask twice. I did not appreciate that and felt it should be more straightforward.  But I think they do what they think will be most helpful to establish your new name. I had to call my health insurance company 8 times to finally get a new insurance card.

For credit card companies, you often have to fill out a form or mail in copies of your license and the court order.  It can usually be a photocopy. They will send a new card with your updated name. This could be a good way to document the name change.  I had about 19 credit cards at the time of my name change.

Some places are slow and don’t care, but the fact is that it involves a court order so everyone has to get it right. However, if you are using the name to control other people, you can expect to be defeated, because other people have rights, too. I sometimes use my old name in coffee shops so no one will feel like a fool as they say “Refried Bean.” It is a name for a comedian and humor writer, and I respect other people’s preferences of what to say.

It is nice as the year progresses to be able to fill out forms with your new name when it asks for “legal name.” Eventually you see your old name less and systems have your new name listed correctly. 

As for whether all this trouble is necessary, If you just want people to call you something different, it might be enough to have a nick name, pen name, or stage name.  That is often plenty of preferred identity acknowledgement, and a few years of that can be a good start for if you ever decide to change it permanently.

Thanks everyone, if you feel like sending me a card with my new name, my mailing address is PO Box 37 Bronx, NY 10461.

song: What a Beautiful Name:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5L6QlAH3L4

Most of the squirrels are probably fine

Hello everyone, it is Dec 8.

Friday I went to a short conference about humiliation.  It was excellent and I had a great time. I had ups and downs with socializing but mostly enjoyed it. I gave a five minute speech about my idea for irrigation systems in forests to prevent wildfires.  It went well and I made a climate friend who I can send ideas to if I think of anything else. I actually did think of something else which is heaters and air conditioning for animals as well. 

This is a philosophical conundrum of how much to interfere in nature.  I think we can gain some guidance from the book of genesis which tells us that the whole world has fallen into horror and probably any amount we can intervene in nature’s share of it is good.  Also, I did not know this until a theology class, but apparently nature also sins.  Like some of the tornadoes actually do mean it personally against us.

So anyway that is what I will tell my new pal if I send him a book sometime.  I do not expect to think of a lot of other ideas, but sometimes I do think of stuff so I will do the best I can.

What else to say.  My medicine is hurting my digestion.  I might ask if I can go back on one milligram of Risperdal and 600 trileptal. But I don’t want to be tortured by the apartment people again.

Today I went to the grocery store and accidentally bought sugar free jello.  But I gave it to my neighbor and she was so happy.  So that is nice. Another friend suggested that I make cookies and give them to people on the subway but I am not sure I am strong enough to do even one batch.  But I don’t know.  Maybe if I get some ingredients I can make a few choices and bag them up as an assortment for people. Or maybe it is supposed to be just for people here at the apartment.

Tomorrow I go to my mental health program and then talk to my therapist at 3:30.  

The other thing on my mind is whether to order some more joke books to give people, and if so, does that mean keeping two or even four credit cards that I was going to close.

Well I don’t know. I just don’t know.  Tomorrow I am sending around another video ad and I will see if I get any more book sales.  I sold five books last time.  I hope people like the books. Five books sold from an ad is an awesome start and maybe my probation time is over. 

What else to say.  I added a phone-a-friend tonight who I actually called a month or so ago.  It was a good call and I can call again without feeling shy. The friend and his friend are writing a Broadway musical and I think it will be great. 

Do you think I am going to be sent to a hospital about my medicine? I do not know.  What should I do.  I kind of think the Latuda is making me have fewer intrusive thoughts. But it might be depressing me as well.  And I feel some rebellion in my mind sometimes, that could result in questionable choices. It’s not causing dramatic weight loss, but I haven’t totally gotten rid of that half mg of Risperdal either.  So I really don’t know what to do.

Well have a nice day everyone, do the best you can and you could win a mllion jackpots on any day for any blink or think.