Reading Ne's thread is quite a project! I don't even think I've read the *whole* thing (apologies, sweetie).
I worked quite a bit on this article today, and took a nap. Then my landlord showed up to replace the water heater and so I woke up and worked in my bed on the article a bit more. I think it's getting close - still a piece of shit, but close to being ready to send back.
And I just *really* feel like going down to the bar and drinking. My house is kinda out of control dishes-wise, and the laundry I did a couple days ago is still in the laundry bag on the floor. I have almost no food here - even though I went to the grocery store this afternoon. I ate granola mixed with greek yogurt for breakfast and lunch today. That's about all I've been able to get down. And a couple tortilla chips.
Just f**king down. Like I said on BK's thread, I think I'm going to start taking a whole bunch of gabapentin until I run out of what's here, just for shits n' giggles. I seriously want oxytocin nasal spray, and am working on figuring out a way to get it. I really want to go back to drinking regularly. Only without the blood pressure and withdrawal and anxiety. Seriously. Want. To. Drink. Alcoholically.
And maybe I will, who knows. I mentioned somewhere didn't I that I went to the doc's right before my vacation (blood pressure normal, btw), and told her I'm afraid of flying to get another script for ativan. So I've got 20 more pills. That's about 40 morning-afters that I can get through. Pills, just sitting there in my bag. A more rational person would probably look at that and say f**k the middleman, just take the pills! But I hate taking pills, thank god.
Oh well, that's just what's up here. Glad the museum went well, Ne. And keep up the weightlifting talk, it's nice to listen to. Plus I can't move my arms from yesterday at the gym.
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