Dullard

I WENT TO THE HOSPITAL for physiotherapy this morning. My mangled finger is much better and nearly straightens up, if you push it. Came back. Went to Valium Marilyn's house. She was lying on the couch in bedclothes complaining that she wanted pills: Valium, temazepam, zopiclone (sleeping pills and tranquillizers basically). I said I would go down the road with her later if she likes, but I don't want any pills myself. On quetiapine I don't need them. This new antipsychotic made me extremely drowsy the first couple of days that I took it; now I feel OK. Just slightly drowsy. I wish time would hurry up so I can be OFF METHADONE. That's my one goal in life, to get off that nasty stuff. I really cannot understand how someone like Anna Grace in Hawaii can go to all the trouble of coming off it only to run screaming back to the noxious crap. That's why I'm reducing slowly, to reduce the chances of relapse at the very end.

Anyway it's the weekend now. I hope you all have a good one.

Illustrated: Valium. Which I do not want...