Mmm, Vicodin.

Came home with a massive backache last night.  Took two pills left over from my gallbladder surgery two or three years ago.  That was twelve hours ago.  Didn’t manage to drag my ass out of bed until about an hour ago.  Still slightly high.

Heroin people:  I understand you, and I shall not judge.

Also, I’ve been sitting here staring at this computer waiting for inspiration to strike for half an hour and it hasn’t happened yet, so it’s time to give up and take a shower.  I have my first ukulele lesson tonight and I’m mildly panicking about it for some reason (OMG WHAT IF HE THINKS I’M DUMB???) and in between now and then all I have to do is make a phone call and run some errands in Mishawaka.  If anything fascinating happens I’ll be sure to tell you about it.