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Not-So-Special Olympics Feeling Like a Cardboard Cutout Man

I won't waste time or internet space (there's a shortage you know) with the reasonings, but I'm working on getting vicodin out of my daily routine. Hopefully, the pain that put them in there in the first place won't be intolerable. We'll have to see.

I've already kicked all of the other assorted medications that everyone has seen fit to tell me I need. Vicodin's the last one. Sadly, the physical dependence won't make it easy. Oh well.

I'm hoping once that detox is through my insomnia will leave me. I've been dealing with that for so long, I don't know what I'd do with a normal adult's schedule. I've never had one before. We'll have to see.

I can think of many good reasons to rise and fall with the rest of the world. I can think of one good reason to continue my long nights.

Being that it's the 4th, I should probably post something about that... seperate post.

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