Injury Log #10

well, this one's different, that's for certain. let's see...first off, i somehow gained a xanax addiction in one week. 8 days. i know i gave at least 10 out of 30 of them away, maybe 13, just to be nice and because i thought getting my refill wouldn't be a problem (doctor gave me three and that i've yet to see any other time). and this is stupid because it's been a problem in the past with klonopin, which i stopped taking 8 days ago. why, one wonders, why oh why would i think it'd be different with another "controlled substance."

one might also wonder, Why the fuck is getting a refill so NOT HAPPENING?? well, i thank nancy reagan for that. what a stupid woman. The War On Drugs. FUCK YOU. pharmacies and insurance refuse to refill until a certain amount of time has passed. to me, this is new. or was it just the City, and the pharmacists there who felt it wasn't their business to say yes or no to business? i think that is possible, oh yes. fucking country. no, i love where i live. (fucking country). so, this lack of control over my own medication has taught me something possibly valuable and that is: i will no longer give this fascist America (soon to change? CHANGE?) that kind of control over my life. i'm done with anything "controlled" by them.

let's see what else. oh, more unusual injuries.
1.The Breeders were so weak, as i have written on this here online ad-free magazine, that it hurt.
2.The Butthole Surfers, who are only eclipsed by Sonic Youth in my Great Big Music Journal of Love, have just announced that they are playing the Fillmore for two nights including New Year's Eve. why does this hurt? BECAUSE I'LL BE IN MEXICO. and while that seems like a big "Wah, Wah, Oh I Feel So Sorry For You," let me say this: i would pay to come home early to see them if i could afford it. REALLY. they have played live um, like THREE times in the last DECADE! and it's been 7 years since the last show.

so, today, while suffering from MASSIVE menstrual cramps, that i spent $20 useless dollars on at Rite Aid for pain management, I also found out that i'm about to be asked to do that shitty admin. work for another month while also operating as a copyeditor AND a production artist at my floundering asshole-run company corporate bullshit job.

as if that all wasn't enough, i'm also out of P.O.T. and, AND when i went for my back-up, the delicious czech liquer, Becherovka...BevMo was out of that.

i got tears, i got rage, i got a desire to drive off a cliff.

fortunately i also got friends.

and ween.