My name is Scooter, and I’m a drug addict.
Fucking brain. I need a brain transplant, seriously. I feel like I’m slipping down a knotted rope back into the depths of insanity and despair. I can feel myself going, one notch at a time. At this time next month, I should be pushing a shopping cart and muttering under my breath as I hit up college students for dollahs outside of Pizzaria Uno in Harvard Squeah.
So far my health care options are:
pay $400 for COBRA + $30 for meds + $20 for shrinks. TOTAL = $450
pay $475 for the 2 meds + I don’t know how much for the 3rd one. TOTAL = $475 + ?
In addition to depression, random mood swings, the inability to digest food, headaches, and nausea, I now have insomnia. I can’t sleep at all. The less I sleep, the crankier I get, thus making me less able to sleep. I just took the last of the Trazodone to try to sleep tonight– one bottle lasted me about 8 months… until last week. I am a complete druggie!
In more exciting and nicer news, Sean and I went to see Good Bye Lenin tonight in Ahlington. It was really really good! I loved it. I think Sean liked it too. I recommend it highly!
And, for my Silly Impulse Purchase of the Year, I obtained a flask shaped like a cell phone, that has its own cellphone holder. Thus, I will never have my booze confiscated again at Avalon. Hah!
