Three AM Blues
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...there it is again, that sweet, sweet rush flowing through me for a minute, washing away every speck of pain, every worry, every doubt. I can tell why people get hooked on heroin. I will never go NEAR the stuff, vicodin is bad enough. Good enough. Whichever.
I was hurting enough that I couldn't sleep, so I crawled out of bed and dug a vicodin out of my carefully-hoarded stash. I hadn't had one all day, I think I'm justified in taking one when it hurts so bad that narcoleptic girl can't stay asleep, but I know quite well that rational as that is... honestly? I just wanted my fix. I might have taken one even if I wasn't in pain. As it is though, advil and aspirin aren't enough to let me sleep, so yeah. Vicodin. Opiates. Nothing should feel this good.
I'm tempted to call Puppy, wake him up long enough to talk, but... ehh. I'd rather let him sleep now, and talk to him later when I'm sober and he's awake. Just feels better, y'know? Hell, the boy practically IS a drug some days. *sigh*
Gonna play a round or two of the mah-jong tile game that I'm hooked on, as it's mind-numbing and very relaxing, then I'll try sleep again.
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