Pulled 600 yards and swam 300 and haven't felt as good about anything related to my body in three weeks. Hallelujah!

Felt so good that I ran around town running errands and then collapsed in Barnes and Noble. Well, you can't win 'em all, I guess. I must say, though, that if you're gonna panic and have the "Holy fuck, what if I can't get out of here and get home?" feeling anywhere in the world, it might as well be in a big store full of comfy chairs and books.

Once I could move I went straight home, and now I'm back in the vicodin haze I hold so dear. If only my college-age, prescription-drug-hoarding-snorting-addict-self could see me now...wait....

Posted by twids at 12:34 pm