Drugs

Drugs are great. Drugs are my friend. Don’t listen to anyone who tells you to Just Say No.

The tooth is still screaming at me, presently dulled by the coedeine (however you spell it) tablets that the doctor gave me for headaches. I was trying to be good, but at 2:00 in the morning last night, I got up, took a couple, poured a glass of scotch, and read for an hour until it stopped hurting enough for me to fall asleep. Suitably numbed, I slipped into bed next to Phil, and he snuggled against me in his sleep.

Spooning in bed is the best. Especially when its early in the morning, you are chilled, and your loved one wraps their body against yours and warms you…all without really waking up. It’s the best thing in the world.

Weird vibe today. I wish that I could grab Management by their collective collars, give them a good, hard shake and say “Wake up! You had the start of something really exciting, you have good people, and you are forcing them to leave.” They are very good at killing enthusiasm here, and it is a shame.

Well, not much else to tell. I’m going to slip back into my lotus-eating haze now. Mmmmnnnn…drugs are my friend. :)



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