I awoke this morning to the smell of a thousand dead bodies building up noxious fumes, swelling to their bursting point and exploding under my sheets. No, It was my nightly flatulence trapped under the covers, being released into my room. either way, it was a stank mess. I'm surprised Molly didn't die of inhalation.
Not much on the menu for today. I need to get in touch with my pill guy, who has gone missing since last night. I'm down to one pill, and that might last me the rest of the day, but if I can't find him soon it will be off to detox land for me. Which includes such wonderful rides as "Hot flash, Cold chills" "Diarrhea Mania" and "Sharp Stabbing pains in the abdomen". I'm actually planning on trying to quit again next weekend, as Rachel has four days in a row off, and I wont have to be up and about taking care of molly. I managed to get a couple Suboxone pills from a customer but I can't start taking them until I'm 72 hours off of the methadone. 72 Hours off methadone is a terrible thing.
In better news, I'm in Hawaii in spirit. One of my customers brought me three authentic Hawaiian Tiki Masks from his trip, and the very next day, Jason gave me two bags of Kona coffee. I'm a happy camper. Vanilla Macadamia nut flavored. mm mm.
Just going to fart around on the Internet for a little while longer today, and then maybe clean the house. It's crappy and overcast, and I see no future of me going outdoors today.
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