I'm quite addicted to alcohol (it's 10:45 am and I'm cracking a beer to help with the headache and tremor from overindulgence the night before ...) and the shit sucks. I think opiates were a better addiction TBH but I've made my bed ... I'd much prefer GHB, in terms of the experience anyway, that was a hell of a fun drug, but I am given to understand the life of a G addict is even more degenerate. Vaguely curious about the various RC-ols but dunno.
I have the day off tomorrow so I'm just going to have a few beers, clean up around the house, and run a few errands. Going 'round the corner for the classic greasy ass NY bacon egg and cheese on a hero ... not a bad start to the day. I'm feeling oddly warm and content this morning. It's one of those rare kind of fuzzy but smiley although still painful hangovers. I wish they were all like this. But no, a hangover is God given, I think, a reminder about overindulgence. A euphoric hangover, on the other hand, is one of those rare seemingly arbitrary blessings of the Almighty. I'll take what I can get
My old, asthmatic cat is snuggled up next to me purring happily. Animals are indeed the greatest.
Tomorrow, (American) football, hopefully profitable sports wagering (studying up for my 4-way parlay), and more beer. Potential to be called in to work in the afternoon. It would be voluntary but
I could use the money (
not really, or at least not acutely, but who doesn't like money? Also when I'm away from work I'm always worrying about my patients anyhow. They're basically family to me. A fucked up dysfunctional family but family nonetheless. God knows I spend more time with them than my real family. I haven't called them in a bit but Thanksgiving will make a good occasion.) So should probably not overdo the beeri But I don't have the greatest track record on such matters. Whatevs. Or at least stick to minor amounts of vodka as, you know, maintenance. But what fun would that be and how does that connect to the great American tradition of (American) football and beer and how would it look like to the other alkies at my local at 1pm on a Sunday?
One of my meds, not quite sure which one but my money's on Viibryd* gives me vivid dreams almost every night. Not the point of trazodone which actually tends to be disturbingly vivid to the point that I don't like to take it (for sleep, primarily, never took it as an antidepressant), but quite vivid, sometimes disturbing, sometimes not, often fraught with Freudian shit, which I don't believe in, but which happens anyway
*vilazodone, a newish SSRI/5HT1A partial agonist and doubtless the best AD I've tried...also a pretty sexy looking molecule
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thanks Cadillac insurance plan
my disciplinary case at work is finally settled to a dollar amount which is not insignificant but is payed in installments so whatever
thanks politically significant union
I put together a bit of cash to invest in "commodities" if the settlement didn't go my way, and thankfully it did, because that was a lifestyle I had no intention to go back to, so instead of letting it lie around and tempt me to get into fuckery I'm gonna write a check to Bluelight and Erowid each cause it's time to give back cause God knows each of them probably saved my life or sanity at least once and let me meet a ton of cool people
also tax writeoffs, although I don't think I'll be going the 501.3(c) route with Bluelight cause MAPS mediates it and I have issues with MAPS (I like Rick but it goes deeper than that)
but yeah
wanna give back
can give back
thanks middle class job and not having to blow all my money on drugs anymore
thanks earth
thanks fire
thanks alan, r.i.p.
thanks PD bros
yeah you know Thanksgiving is coming up
and I've a bit to be thankful for
