Ahhh...

I think I once said there was no better feeling than the one you get when leaving work on a Friday.

Let me amend that.

There's no better feeling than finally walking into your apartment on a Friday after a particularly arduous and unpleasant commute home from work on a jam-packed Muni bus. Good GOD. The humanity...!
I immediately jumped into the shower, to wash away the ick of the day.

I must say, I'm really alarmed by how difficult it's been to wean myself off this drug I've been taking for so long. I figured it would be challenging, and that I'd have to be careful with the arm and neck, so as not to cause a flare up...but I really didn't think the process would kick the shit out of me for weeks. I've been dragging like you wouldn't believe; even moreso now that I'm back at work. I even declined an invitation to have cocktails this evening -- THAT's how tiiiired I am!

When I first started taking this stuff, I was in a narcotic fog for at least a week. That's how strong it felt to me then. And now, getting off of it has left me in another fog.

Hi, my name is Terry, and I'm an addict.
Alright, my doctor says that's not true. I'm drug-dependent... not addicted... but what the hell is the difference when you're trying to get off the damned drug??