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Tuesday
Jan152008
Upside, inside out
Tuesday, January 15, 2008 at 5:22PM
Living La Vida Withdrawal!
I never have writers block. Why? Because I never write anything of substance. I am an excellent rambler. You should hear the crap I say to me all day long.
Anyway, it seems that I have made a wee little mistake. See, my prescription for my pills (did you really think I am this pure genius without chemical assistance?) has almost ran out, and being the good little hoarder that I am, I refused to take the last 3 pills, just in case. And now I am switching from Wonder Drug A to Wonder Drug B and I haven't filled Wonder Drug B yet, so I am a bit, well, scattered.
I never realize how much I need Wonder Drug until I stop taking Wonder Drug, and then I start to fidget. Last night, it seems my au naturale mind decided it would be a super great idea to start picking at shit. I am a picker. And now I am a picker with 1/2 a toenail on one toe and that toe has gone from the size of a toe to the size of a bloodied, abused grape over night. A throbbing, bloody, abused grape.
Ouch.
Point is, I don't much think I'm having a coherent thought for the next few days. That makes the blogging the teenciest bit laborious, you know? I decided that this might be a fine time to clean out the drafts that were drafted when I was all clear and drugged and sane.
Here goes:
1. See, I told you. I AM a 12 year old boy.
2. Ah, music. Secret Agent Mama hit me with this one a LONG time ago, but my iPod wasn't tan or buff enough to show it's privates in public. 16 hours and one headache later, here goes:
I never have writers block. Why? Because I never write anything of substance. I am an excellent rambler. You should hear the crap I say to me all day long.
Anyway, it seems that I have made a wee little mistake. See, my prescription for my pills (did you really think I am this pure genius without chemical assistance?) has almost ran out, and being the good little hoarder that I am, I refused to take the last 3 pills, just in case. And now I am switching from Wonder Drug A to Wonder Drug B and I haven't filled Wonder Drug B yet, so I am a bit, well, scattered.
I never realize how much I need Wonder Drug until I stop taking Wonder Drug, and then I start to fidget. Last night, it seems my au naturale mind decided it would be a super great idea to start picking at shit. I am a picker. And now I am a picker with 1/2 a toenail on one toe and that toe has gone from the size of a toe to the size of a bloodied, abused grape over night. A throbbing, bloody, abused grape.
Ouch.
Point is, I don't much think I'm having a coherent thought for the next few days. That makes the blogging the teenciest bit laborious, you know? I decided that this might be a fine time to clean out the drafts that were drafted when I was all clear and drugged and sane.
Here goes:
1. See, I told you. I AM a 12 year old boy.
2. Ah, music. Secret Agent Mama hit me with this one a LONG time ago, but my iPod wasn't tan or buff enough to show it's privates in public. 16 hours and one headache later, here goes:
You need your iPod/mp3 player, for this. It
Reader Comments (19)
Aww...sorry to hear about the wonder drug and picking...I get that way to with my fingernails and biting them :(
I concur with the white cheddar and Hawaii! It's damn cold here too ;)
When you get your prescription refilled, can you send some of those little pills over heeeeeeeeeeeere??? ;)
i need some little pills...real bad!!
i get writers block without taking anything and without going through any sort of withdrawal!!
well, feel better. at least you had some memes stored up for a rainy day!!
feel better...hope you get your stuff straightened out!
xo
Bounty hunter's bitch?!
Details please.
LMAO! I wanna do that music one... too funny!
You know me. So, I can tell you, after reading that honey you are on some serious Neanderthal psycho stimulants. Give me some.
I am a picker too, hence the sitting with a laptop on my lap typing all the time. Much better than picking holes in my face and hands.
In your face Mr. Lady, boys really are sma... oh. wait, nm.
*Elementary School*
I'm gonna pretend you tagged me into the iPod one and do it. Where are all the cool memes like that in a world full of 7 Random Things About Me...?
oh wonder drug .. yes .. i always feel tingly and weird when i come off mine...
(which i would *never* do without a doctors close supervision... haha)
I would love to hear the rambles you say to yourself all day long. Really, I would.
BTW... do you need a presciption in Canada for those drugs?
that's the problem with the wonderdrugs, they work so well, you forget that you kinda need em sometimes! til you NEED them. i hope you're feeling better right now.
also, from experience, if it's a buzzy kinda withdrawal (like one would have from effexor), "floating" in a pool (or bathtub) will help it a bit.
Dude. Mama.
that gave me THE SHIVERS!
Love the meme. I might have to give it a shot.
Another picker....yep me too, my scalp, I figure my hair hides it....my mom does her toenails, when she has them.
Get your wonder drug....I can't live without my combo of wonder drugs.
And you should read the crap I write when they give me the wrong wonder drugs.
Bounty hunter's bitch-- where do I apply?
I feel scared and cold and really really sheltered.
Dude, my blog was elementary school level.
I knew there was a reason, besides your writings and ramblings, that I liked you...I LOVE Philadelphia! Lived there for 4 years and wish I was still there....i miss cheesesteaks