It's been about 36 hours since I took my last "maintenance" dose of loperamide, and I would have taken another this morning if a certain family member hadn't called me last night to tell me she had some Lorcet 10's for me... So now I'm sitting here trembling and sniffing and aching, waiting for an appropriate time to go pick them up... My roommate had offered beforehand to buy me $50 worth of pills if I drove her to/picked her up from a concert in downtown so she could get drunk first and not have to drive herself... It's like the stars had aligned perfectly and decided to cast some serendipity my way. The great cosmic muffin in the sky wants me to be high, is the logical conclusion I've come to. And so the cycle of hepatic destruction continues... I was going to bug my aunt for some more K4's today, but she needs them a lot more than I do, and I'd be too tempted to inject them. At least I still have my morals, right? Heh. Hopefully I can at least manage the energy to hop in the shower before I go. Time for some strong, strong coffee... Cripes... 