It's the Little Things in Life....

I found out what happens when you nix Monday... you get fired.

So, because of my basically rampant drug use, I've now been let go from two jobs.

Through the power of keen insight, and an unbelievably acute sense of observation, this tells me that I need to stop doing drugs. So, I do... kindof.

Katie's feelings for week of 8/1/06

Monday: Sleep all day.

Tuesday: Informed that I am being fired. Tell god if my boss will reconsider and I don't get fired, I'll never do drugs again. I then go out that night and do drugs; God sees this, and commences with the firing.

Wednesday: Was a big day, so this will be in a more linear "bullet point" form.
- Have a heart to heart with Rich, in which he tells me that I have a disease that I cannot control, and I think: "I don't have a disease, I have a drug problem."
- Realize my drug problem because I'm still coming down off of coke, and deside that enough is enough... I need to stop doing drugs.
- Proceed to drive to the valley to buy my last 8 pain pills, before checking myself into medical-detox.
- My dealer drives me to a methadone clinic to check it out, right after he sells me 8, and right before I take 4 of them.
- I feel better and start to call everyone I know to tell them about my drug problem and the fact that I am getting help.
- I go to medical-detox guy who is cool. He gives me valume which is cool. I don't drive home that night, but go the next day.

Thursday: I begin withdrawals, they suck, so I get three more. Drive down to San Diego, on valume, which makes my legs hurt less, but does not take away the cravings.
Friday: At home I can only think about NORCO. All the time. When I'm awake, sleeping, I have a dream about a) taking them, b) buying them, but not taking them c) talking about not taking them d) trying to find someone to buy them from. It's obsessive, and to top it all off, my mother drags me with her to go get her prescription filled for Cipro.

So here is me: obsessively thinking about prescription pain medication.
Here is my location: a pharmacy with tons of people around me, half of which are probably in pain, and a quarter more, probably stupid, and so all I can think is how I can possibly connive somebody's vicodine from them... Not good.

Sat: Sleep. Run. Eat. Go to the bathroom. Something I find novel.

Sun: Stop thinking about Pain Killers.

My Mania comes back in full mutherfuckingforce, and I'm tired of being inside the house. So tired that I drive upto L.A. for the simple reason of hanging out with you. Sun night: I drink with you. I drink with Kyle. I find a boy to take home with me so I can talk at him. For awhile. This amuses me, and him as well, though I think he may have a girlfriend.

It's the little things in life that keep it interesting. Too bad my little things have pituitary problems which cause abnormally large growth.