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Mar. 10th, 2010 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perzephoneI have been drinking all day.
All day. It started at 7:20am with Bailey's in my coffee. Bailey's Irish Cream Caramel, to be exact. I had some rum with my Coke at lunch. Followed by more Bailey's. Just killed a Corona. I'm going to go have more Corona. I haven't been able to feel my legs since about noon. I am not drunk, it's just been a nice steady buzz. All day. If I could do this at work, I would not be so cranky about working.
I've been thinking about whining to my ortho guy that I've been in a lot of pain somewhere just so I can get Darvocet. Only maybe not Dravocet since it made me constipated the last time, but something. Mainly so I can be entertained at work. but I don't want the physical therapy. I need a crooked adoctor.
Last night I dreamed something about working in some kind of lab, and having to pick up containers of some toxic green crap. When I brought it nto the office, the coworker who had requested it stasrted using it like lotion. The labels all said 'cytotoxin'. Cobro venom is a cytotoxin. The coworker said it had cured his acne & eczema - so I startued using it. Woke up w/the word floating through my brain. Probably resulted from listening to Rob talk to his mom about his dad. His dad had an angina attack Monday night, went into the hospital, he's got blocked arteries again. They put in a stent today - one doc said open heart surgery, the other doc siad no, too risky. Dude's old, wtf. Woke up wondering if cytotoxins might have hterapeutic use in Parkinson's because they interrupt acetykcholine from exciting muscles, maybe it would work on nerves overstimulating muscles... Cobra victims become neurologically paralyzed - can't breathe, suffocate. I'm not good at the rest of the math or I could solve shit lik ethies. I"m not a drug advocate, but last night listening to Rob argue with his mom, I found myself telling him that THC might help his dad, except for the whole paranoia thing. It would fedeinitely help his mom - bitch could use a nice thick doobie. Mellow her ass aout. They still haven't found the LD50 for THC. Wonder what the LD50 for work is?
Fuck, I love booze.
All day. It started at 7:20am with Bailey's in my coffee. Bailey's Irish Cream Caramel, to be exact. I had some rum with my Coke at lunch. Followed by more Bailey's. Just killed a Corona. I'm going to go have more Corona. I haven't been able to feel my legs since about noon. I am not drunk, it's just been a nice steady buzz. All day. If I could do this at work, I would not be so cranky about working.
I've been thinking about whining to my ortho guy that I've been in a lot of pain somewhere just so I can get Darvocet. Only maybe not Dravocet since it made me constipated the last time, but something. Mainly so I can be entertained at work. but I don't want the physical therapy. I need a crooked adoctor.
Last night I dreamed something about working in some kind of lab, and having to pick up containers of some toxic green crap. When I brought it nto the office, the coworker who had requested it stasrted using it like lotion. The labels all said 'cytotoxin'. Cobro venom is a cytotoxin. The coworker said it had cured his acne & eczema - so I startued using it. Woke up w/the word floating through my brain. Probably resulted from listening to Rob talk to his mom about his dad. His dad had an angina attack Monday night, went into the hospital, he's got blocked arteries again. They put in a stent today - one doc said open heart surgery, the other doc siad no, too risky. Dude's old, wtf. Woke up wondering if cytotoxins might have hterapeutic use in Parkinson's because they interrupt acetykcholine from exciting muscles, maybe it would work on nerves overstimulating muscles... Cobra victims become neurologically paralyzed - can't breathe, suffocate. I'm not good at the rest of the math or I could solve shit lik ethies. I"m not a drug advocate, but last night listening to Rob argue with his mom, I found myself telling him that THC might help his dad, except for the whole paranoia thing. It would fedeinitely help his mom - bitch could use a nice thick doobie. Mellow her ass aout. They still haven't found the LD50 for THC. Wonder what the LD50 for work is?
Fuck, I love booze.
