I can't get through this without drugs. They aren't even here yet, and
I'm flipping out. I took two Xanax. I'm so mad though. I LOST ONE. The
damn thing slipped out of my hand, fell onto the floor (I heard it),
and rolled away into Nevernever land.
I even pulled the fridge out after getting down on my hands and knees
yielded no success. I mean, I figured, hey, what the heck, I have
nothing else to do, and we're talking about drugs here, haha, so I
went all out, and the bugger just up and disappeared.
Well, unless it went under the washer, and I'm not about to pull that
out.
OK, I'm even beginning to feel a little calmer already. I am really
having disturbing thoughts, (hint: having to do with "hate." It's so
ugly. And very upsetting.)
G-d, I hope I can get through this.
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