Tonight is the time for my confessions. It seems like a great time because I am absolfuckinglutely depressed. Binging on, oh, about 1000mgs of Vicodin over about a period of a week has left me feeling very empty indeed. Today is day two without and it was one of those days where I spent the day just waiting for the sun to go down and bedtime to come so I could take some sleeping pills and sleep it all off. I used to work at a pharmacy. Notice the past tense. With the revocation of my license came the revocation of my job. I could care less about losing a job, but I do, however, care very much about losing this particular job. I worked there about nine months and in that time I committed various acts that would be classified as felonies. Or maybe just gross misdemeanors. Either way, I did some serious shit that I (luckily!) got away with. So shhhh... don't tell anyone. During my nine months, I stole from this pharmacy: -Somewhere around 5000mgs of Vicodin. If you don't know, Vicodin comes in pills of only up to 10mgs. A lot of the ones I took were only 5mgs. Do the math, and that's a whole lot of precious little white pills. -15mgs of Xanax (approximately) -Some handfuls of lorazepam (anti-anxiety) -A bit of Viagra (just for the shits and giggles) -About 150mgs of morphine (the great double-edged sword) -12 or so mgs of hydromorphone (Don't know what it is? Gram for gram, it's stronger than heroin. Seriously.) I think that's about it. I'm not huge on uppers, so that explains their complete lack of showing on this list. Well, anyway, I feel like shit right now, but that's ok. I have Lisa and she loves me (strangely, for what I am). Time--you bastard. Being like a wall one day and a river another. I'll get you in the end.