Broke, broken, and drugged up

Yesterday I had the day off. As fun as it could have been, I woke up earlier than usual to walk all the way across Minneapolis only to find out the place I was trying to go to was even further and I was 15 minutes late. I was attempting to find an place to write my next article on. Which is a "volunteer" piece. As in I can find a place to volunteer for or I interview a volunteer. Trust me the pleasure of walking at least a mile in the freezing rain only to end up having to turn around and walk back at 9:30 in the morning, well it was amazingly unpleasant. I hate waking up early in the first place. I sure as hell hate walking in freezing rain, especially when it ends up to be a worthless mission. I get home and prepare the meal of all meal. I try to scarf as much of it down before 12:25. Trust me it was amazing, if I would've had more time I would have made more. At one I'm at the dentist, by two I get to leave. Another tooth was extracted. Two teeth now this year have chipped on me beyond repair. I'm starting to think that by the time I do hit thirty I'll be able to give 'gum jobs'.... that thought scares the hell out of me. What is the best part about having a tooth ripped out of your skull? To be honest you're extremely nappy after and usually you get better pain killers than I did. As I wait for my pussy pain killers to be done at the lovely drug store I wonder the aisles. Now I can't talk at all, obviously. I just wonder and observe. The strangest fucking people roam Minneapolis drug stores. A man walked up to me who looked like a fat Weird Al with a comb-over and told me "I saw the oddest thing today... a bagel... with cream cheese. Isn't that just weird?" I just shook my head yes because I can't freaking answer him with a no. Because to me it's weird that he's talking to me in the first place. Let alone telling me how odd he thinks cream cheese on a fricking bagel is. When I finally get called I go up to get my lovely meds along with a bottle of pain killers I'm more than excited to get the hell out of there. The walk home is painful. The drugs they gave me are wearing off and the throbbing pain is starting to begin. I long for a cigarette. Yes I know I was trying to quit, it was a lot easier for me to quit that whole quitting thing. Once I finally get home I need to distract myself before I can take a pill. I read a book and in no time I get to take numerous pills. As I wake up from a drug induced nap I have to wipe nasty blood that has dried on my cheek. I am amazed that my cheek has finally went down from its swullen state. I don't know why I didn't take today off. All day I have been swept by waves of nausea. I've been attempting to keep myself walking in a straight line. After the first three hours of work I stopped this and have just been using the wall as a support system. I can not believe how hungry I am. The more I think about eating the sicker that I get. The taste of blood still seems fresh in my mouth. I pop a vicodin after my lunch of extremely expensive condensed soup and suddenly all is good. Of course that's once they actually kick in. The dizziness has stopped I mostly feel like I'm floating when I walk. The wall has been a good friend today. Yes I'm pretty out of it. Have people noticed? Of course! I can't even talk to anyone without my head bobbing back and forth. I want to go home, take another pain killer and pass the fuck out. Only three more hours of this and I can! Hope you all have a great weekend. I know I will!