Saturday was a weird day.
It started with me going to the post office to take my mail off "hold." You see, I actually didn't lose my keys -- I just misplaced them when I was stoned -- so I can access my mailbox, after all.
Then I got my hair cut. Afterwards, my nephew and I got together for lunch. It was fine, but we never seemed to be on the same wave length, like we usually are. I got no real sense of how he was doing, and nothing that we discussed seemed to mutually spark our enthusiasm, like it usually does.
When I got home -- before 5:00 -- I fell asleep, even though the Cubs were playing the Cardinals!
Now, of course, I'm wide awake. It's 2:30 AM and I'm wide awake!
I think that Fentanyl messed me up more than I thought. Proving once again what I've known all along -- I'd be a failure as a drug addict.
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