the happy bunny says "I hate everything"

It's five in the damned morning and I'm already in tears. The Vioxx I'm taking has caused my feet to swell, rendering them puffy and fat. I've got fucking cramps, because I didn't have enough pain already this week. For a person who hates taking a pill at all, being on a regimen of seven or eight a day is a nightmare.

I'm fucking miserable and I can't sleep and everything just feels wrong. I don't want anyone top see me like this.

a four day weekend I'm not looking forward to

After careful consideration, I moved my wisdom tooth appointment from Monday to tomorrow morning. This way I have less time to panic. We ran by the store this afternoon for soup, fruit, and rum. The rum is mostly for me tonight, so as to quell any panic. Thankfully Alan was able to take the day off as well, so he will drive me to and fro and make sure I don't fall down.

I don't care what the dentist thinks. He's a bastard anyhow. Let's just pray the valium works.

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I should sleep. I'm still keyed up and nervous, despite a liberal application of rum.

The commercials for this lame TV movie about the giant earthquake that sends California into the ocean crack me up! I can't help it.