Checking

I have nothing to say really, but I figured it would be good for me to check in and say hello and maybe take a seat for a second, breathe, regroup, have a spot of tea and be on my merry way back to the waking world.

Oddly enough, the waking world is very much not awake. It's like we're all on autopilot. When a seat finally opened on the N Judah after yoga this morning I sat and my eyes glazed over and my brain began to shut itself down in stages, keeping enough working, the bare bones, to keep myself upright. Tired. Everything. Sleepy.

I was still feeling kinda wonky too. I took a vicodin last night and as it's been forever since I've had one, I felt my shoulders drop, my back relax and my neck get all floppy. I sunk into the deliciousness. I talked to the boy on the phone and made my bed. I had worked up the gumption to wash my bedding. I slept in the awesomeness that is clean sheets.

I felt relatively normal again in the AM. I got on the 43, I got my water and hung out at Donut World and read my book. I got into class, stepped into the hot box and 10 minites into the standing series I felt my brain ooze that same floaty vicodin feeling. By the time we had moved on to the floor series I was completely engulfed in it. Like I had taken a second pill that morning. I can only assume it was the drug seeping out of my muscles and back into my system as I stretched and released.

This is good to know. I can make the moment last longer then it's supposed to.

I'm a fan of vicodin but don't go out of my way to find it, but if a close friend presses one into my palm, I do not say no. I just pop it into my mouth and go about my merry way.

I'm glad to say that things are looking up for this weekend. Sushi Boat and Lush loitering with Setch on Saturday. Sunday with my girls and a zipcar. Distraction. What I had asked for and what I am getting. Ten fold. I love my friends. I love them more then cupcakes.

And that's saying a lot.