7 March 2009

Lamenting The Loss Of The Ointment

Bloody restlessness is back.

It's like being sunburned. It hurts, it itches, it's uncomfortable... then upon finding a really good ointment, everything is fine once again.

But then once the ointment runs out, well feck, I say.

OR: a much better analogy.

My Vicodin was taken away.

I can only have it now in small, irregular doses. And that's not fun.

(To Vicodin) There you are. Were you scared? It's OK, you're home now.
- Dr Gregory House

1 comment:

  1. I've got vicodin, do you wanna come oooooover? xD

    Aww Beanus. *huggles* Have you ever considered becoming a real, actual drug addict? I don't think you should, but ... Alternatives, you know.

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