Thursday, July 13, 2006

Come On Baby, Light My Fire

You know the words:

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

That was me this week, after the Safeway pharmacist in my neighborhood looked at the first few letters of my prescription, ignored the rest of the word, and handed an unknowing but soon to be flying me a bottle full of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder medication. Which is also used to stop frequent urination in dogs and cats. Meaning not only was I high, but I also couldn't pee.

Given that I accidentally dosed myself for the one ailment I do not have on Sunday night, I am just shedding the residual effects. I can stand up now without seeing stars and stripes, and I'm no longer sleeping for sixteen hours a day.

But I'm not sure I can concentrate on blogging. This is a first. OCD = extreme concentration. OCD meds = lack of concentration. Any minute now I'm expecting this blog to be about something else.

That's all I have.



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