Where are all my fellow Insomniacs?

InnerVoices-if it wasn't for Crossbow saving my drunken ass, I would have been that fool waking up with marker on my face in a strange place... Some asshole drew a Captain Morgan mustache on my face in metal marking pen one night, and Bow scrubbed it off my face while I sat in the bathroom giggling.

Holly-We ordered the strip club food, but with Crossbow's being sick and all, I never actually tried it. Her sister and cousin said they had the best damn sandwich of their lives there, and the fries were fucking incredible too. But... They'd been smoking pot all night, and anything probably would have tasted great to them. I have no idea why that strip club served food when they didn't serve alcohol though, that makes no fucking sense to me.

I'm not going out tonight. I'm probably not going out any time soon. I have an appointment with an Orthopedic Something on the 20th, and it would be foolish of me to go out any time before that. Plus, with the painkillers I'm now on, I'm not thinkin I can do much of anything anyway.

But, the offer still stands for anyone who brings their ass to Sac-Town, I'll go out with you. Anywhere (mostly anywhere), I'm down. Alcohol is the thing that works best for my knees anyway.

I took my lovely Vicodin at 4PM. I finally fell asleep about 6. I woke up at 9:40, thinking it was Saturday morning, and then hella pissed that it wasn't. I can't fucking sleep. And why am I so hungry? I loaned out my (new) truck to one of my boys so he could go pick up a bed from R.C. Wiley, I have no idea if it's back. Told him to lock the keys in the truck when he's done with it, I'll use my spare when I need to drive somewhere; so he doesn't have to bother with trying to wake my ass up to give me my key. Not that it seems to matter, since I can't fucking sleep.

I don't think I like Vicodin very much. Yesterday I took one 750mg pill like my doc told me, and I could still feel my bullshit hurting. Tonight I decided to take two. I can't feel my knees, but my stomach is a little off. I go from being completely ravenous one minute, to oh-my-God-I-don't-even-want-to-smell-food. And my equilibrium is soooo fucked up. I almost fell over opening the bathroom door.

I'm supposed to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory with ThanksgivingGirl tomorrow for lunch, but I'm not sure I'll make it. She told me she understands if I don't, just give her a call, but I really want to go.

My mother called me earlier in the week, and we were talking about my possible surgery. She asked me if I have surgery, do I want her to come down here to take care of me? And I said "No! No, no, no, no, no. I love you mother, but please don't. I can totally take care of myself, and if I couldn't, I'd figure it out." I do not want that woman here.

I told Crossbow that no matter what, she can't let my mother come here. Crossbow said it's no problem, I'd live with her ass if I got surgery, because it'd be easier than trying to take care of me here. I'm not too sure about that though. I'm terrified of being a burden on anyone, I think I'd rather take care of myself. But I also realize that if I have dual knee surgery, that's pretty much out of the question.

I think I'd feel safest with Crossbow out of anyone; she knows all my secrets. I love her to death. She's had my back more times than I can count. Did you ever have someone you just clicked with so completely, it's like you known them forever? Maybe we have... The universe is infinite. Time is infinite. There are millions of possibilities...

God, there I go off on a tangent. Aright, I'm going to try sleep again. Love you all, have a fun, safe weekend.