I'm not sure how much I have today.
With my my wisdom teeth removal I was graced with a prescription of Vicodin. Although I feel no pain and the buzzed feeling I get is certainly appreciated, it leaves my mind mostly empty. Although it won't say so on the bottle, I'm confident a severe side effect is playing Chess like a little girl plays with her doll house. Although I've barely written one paragraph, I've already made several mistakes.
And to think I've gone to work on this stuff. The amount I accomplished while there was impressive now that I'm reflecting upon my present state.
Don't worry, there was no driving while on Vicodin. I either took it after I got to work or after I got home. Just to suppress all the fears of those worrywarts out there.
Since Colleen and I have both had our wisdom teeth removed, the narcotics that are in our possession is the most I think either one of us have ever had. The profit value isn't nearly enough to run the risk of getting caught, so we'll most likely take it to Europe with us as a precaution. If someone sprains an ankle some Vicodin would come in handy.
I usually don't blog about work and I won't go into specifics, but for those of you who work with me, I've made a haiku to commemorate this event.
You Have Been Beat Out
Infantile Behavior
You Are Dead To Me
And with the Vicodin, I've got nothing left.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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Oh Matt five seven
ReplyDeletefive is the haiku structure--
don't blame Vicodin
~Basho