Good Morning. Isn't this so great, I'm sure all will agree, to be able to pop in at a whim. On my way to the good ol' clinic. I think I've been so meanly banned from blogger by work for so long I didn't even mention going back to the clinic. But, alas, here I am. Out the door to wait for my "medicine" with all the other weaklings. I don't really believe we are weak, sorry I wrote that, I could erase it but I won't.
To the clinic, stop at the bookstore to get another cheap, paperback mystery because it's the only thing that keeps me up all night at work lately. If I scare the shit out of myself, You know I don't want to close my eyes then.
I need coffee. Until later.
VV is the shit
We all have to love VV
1 comment:
I think a willingness to seek help is more admirable than to return to a more harmful habit. I find it next to impossible to ask for help. I think it quite likely that if I were to try heroin - and it feel as good as those who have, say - that would be it for me.
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