And yes, GODS yes, I've heard 'well, just stop' so many times I'm sick of it. You'd think they would realize that it had been said before.

This, like so many lately, is just a short update... we're about to be invaded by BTL - the live-action fantasy mideaval roleplaying game I am technically a part of. I say technically because I am determined not to go. I want to sleep. I want to hide. I want to NOT deal with people...

...I have no vicodin. I dreamed last night that I was looking for it. I spent the whole night searching for a lost/misplaced/runaway bottle of vicodin. It was very embarassing when I woke up and realized this.

Yes, I'm addicted. I'm getting twitches of withdrawal already, I can feel this odd ache in the back of my head that keeps telling me it'll go away, it'll just leave, if only I had even one of those wonderful little white pills... that if I had two, it'd take its friend kidney pain with it... and three of them would make me happy... and if I had four! *laughing*

I need to find a new, non-addictive painkiller that works on me consistantly and leaves me as able and willing to deal with people as vicodin does.

The blissful high would be nice, too.