BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
Laying that laminate floor has taken it out of me. I keep forgetting I am not 25 anymore. My knees hurt from kneeling down laying planks and working the saw, and my back hurts. Just the sort of thing that a few little lines would soothe. Trouble is, I can't score now till tonight; it will be half past nine at the earliest before I can realistically be chasing that beetle (they have smoke detectors in train toilets, and my legs aren't in any state to adopt that crouched position that guarantees anyone looking reasonably feminine from a distance will not be paid undue attention by passers-by. Especially not seeing as I will want to stand up again afterwards). And it's work tomorrow.
Just hafta ride it out, I guess, till I hit the window for calling my dealer, and decide what to do then. (THOUGHT: Opiates slow down the ageing process, right? ..... Does that mean they slow down the muscle repair process too? In other words, would I literally just be prolonging the agony?)
Just hafta ride it out, I guess, till I hit the window for calling my dealer, and decide what to do then. (THOUGHT: Opiates slow down the ageing process, right? ..... Does that mean they slow down the muscle repair process too? In other words, would I literally just be prolonging the agony?)