Posted by Couver (220.127.116.11) on September 02, 2001 at 03:31:08:
Permit me a bitch letter - I *need* to blow off steam.... I went to dinner at the home of friends I hadn't seen for a while. And, as much as I would have sold my mother for a vodka martini, I behaved. No sooner did we sit down to dinner than a monster hit - the whole nine yards - red, droopy, runny eye, runny nose, quick four-finger salute. I seem to have scared the livin' crap out of the other 5 people at table. I made a quick explanation and left the room. The GD Beast was not going to let go. I ended up taking a taxi home - didn't dare try driving. I'm in the middle of the third ch of the evening/night. 120mg of morphine and several sprays of butorphanol later, I am so tired and so sore and so angry all I can do is dance and cry. It's times like this I just want to call it quits. Sorry, but I needed to vent to someone.
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