Here we go again...
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Maybe I'm just too out of it to understand. That must be it. 'cos if it were me, I would have gotten a 2-litre of coke, a couple of phenergan (suppositories, if I were worried about puking them up), and at least enough vicodin for the first few days... and I'd spend those first few days kinda grouchy but not in pain and not miserable.
He? Is using an OTC medication that is basically less-fizzy coke, is taking nothing but advil, and is in constant pain and nausia. Ergo, he's snapping every other word, refusing to do anything beyond what he's already doing, and in short, making himself unpleasant company.
Officially Not My Problem. He made it quite clear he doesn't want me interjecting my advice or opinions, he's busy raiding (with the same people he said a day or two ago he never wanted to see again, etc), he's got his own stresses and problems to worry about.
I'm gonna leave well enough alone now, go curl up in bed, read a REALLY fucked-up book, and wish Caleb was leaving the laptop here.
I've got a few random storylines in my head, but nothing solid, sadly.
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