Today has been a much more productive day for me, recovery-wise. By that I mean that I only slept for like 6 hours out of the day. Okay, I might be exaggerating. I probably only slept like 4. But seriously, that's good for me. And, I haven't taken a single Percocet the entire day. Fuck, that's a lie too. I took one. I think. Shit, this stuff really fries your brain. I haven't smoked in 4 days though and that's not
a lie. Aren't you proud of me?
Don't be. If I had smoked I would have gotten dry socket and apparently that's like right next to castration by spoon on the list of pleasurable things to do to oneself. Anyway, I haven't decided if I'm gonna go back to smoking yet. Derek doesn't smoke so that's one reason to quit. Hmmm...I'm really having trouble typing. I hate drugs. They make me feel woozy.
Know what else sucks? I can't drive. I tried yesterday and it didn't go so well. I didn't crash or anything, but it was just taking a whole lot more concentration than I would have liked.
Now I'm hungry. Cranky too. But that's mostly because I'm hungry and no one will pay attention to me. It's not like I can get myself food. Maybe I'll just go back to sleep.
Yeah. That's what I'll do. Tune in next time for yet another incoherent stream of consciousness.
smoking is your own choice. if you enjoy it, don't let people pressure you into stopping. if you don't enjoy it, than go ahead and quit.
glad to hear you are recovering a bit more. i would be going stark fucking nuts at that point.
i'm already a little nuts...but yeah, the rest of my sanity was definitely on its way out until i finally got out of the house today.