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The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.

Quentin Crisp

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Night One

One night, no booze And I have insomnia. Sitting with peppermint tea and having a smoke, because there is no way in hell I detoxing from them at the same time.

Took 3mg of Ativan to what seems like no avail right now. Taking a small amount of Nyquil. To hell with it.

On top of everything else, I coughing up shit, and my ankles and feet are in deep pain. A aching pain.
Boy. Am I bitching. And so publicly. Don't care. That's what the blog is partly for; a place to rant.

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