Fuckin H!!! I think there is some sitting in my mailbox right now, but I don't have the key god damn it!
Dude, holy shit. One time this happened to me and I could not find my fucking key. The mail came a day late, and I was deep into the throes of the worst withdrawal I've ever had. I woke up the next morning in agony, but expectant that I would get my H that day. BUT I COULDN'T FIND MY KEY!!!! I went crazy looking for it for hours, stumbled out of my room all stooped over like junkies are in WD to try to get my roommate to help me, and we tore apart our apartment looking for the key. I called up my apartment offices after doing this for an hour, begging them to give me a new key, but it was the weekend so they said I had to schedule an appointment for Monday. I was like, "You're there right now, can I please just do this now?" But they refused, the bastards. So I hobbled down to the offices, banged on the door, knowing they were in there, but no one ever answered.
About to cry, I went back to my apartment, reaching in my pocket to unlock the door, and lo and behold! The mail key is right in my fucking pocket of the fucking jacket that I'd been wearing through this entire ordeal. I had checked it at least 30 times, gone through all my other clothes, but I guess I had just missed it. Needless to say, that was fucking relief when I opened the box and the package was there. Let me quote
American Psycho here: "...and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave." Every junkie knows what that shot is like.
Ugh, but I don't miss those days at all. I hope to never be back there again.