Well, I'm lying on my back in my bed after spending the last hour moderating the DC and OD forums here on Bluelight, and I'm trying to think back to one other single productive activity that I took part in today, and I'm truly at a loss.
When I woke up in the morning I ate breakfast and then left the house to get on the train to head to my methadone clinic. However, before I got to the station my mind changed gears and I thought "I want to get high instead". So I tried my luck at 10 O'Clock in the morning to get a hold of my heroin dealer, and sure enough he picked up. I then hopped onto the train and rode it in the opposite direction of my methadone clinic, and copped a few bags of heroin, which I then shot up in the park.
I then decided to skip class and go down to Barnes and Nobles to waste some time there. I first walked around union square and talked to some familiar faces though.
Ugh, I just don't have the energy to write anymore here, or try and be unique or intelligent. Just the same old bullshit. A quest for drugs masked under a hundred different reasons, and all the reasons are excuses.
When I woke up in the morning I ate breakfast and then left the house to get on the train to head to my methadone clinic. However, before I got to the station my mind changed gears and I thought "I want to get high instead". So I tried my luck at 10 O'Clock in the morning to get a hold of my heroin dealer, and sure enough he picked up. I then hopped onto the train and rode it in the opposite direction of my methadone clinic, and copped a few bags of heroin, which I then shot up in the park.
I then decided to skip class and go down to Barnes and Nobles to waste some time there. I first walked around union square and talked to some familiar faces though.
Ugh, I just don't have the energy to write anymore here, or try and be unique or intelligent. Just the same old bullshit. A quest for drugs masked under a hundred different reasons, and all the reasons are excuses.
