I wonder how much of my writing here is going to get me in trouble in the future. Co-workers know of it, future girlfriends will probably find it, future employers will use it to research me, and hell, even my parents have found it at least once.
That's why I am a little reticent about posting about a few areas, one of which is my doctor approved, fully prescribed, never-taken-improperly use of narcotic painkillers. But tonight? I am dancing* to the dulcet tones of Matt Dillon in Drugstore Cowboy.
Why am I dancing to a movie? A movie about junkies who rob drugstores in Portland? Probably because I am hopped to the gills on pain medicine for a one-spoon-10-on-the-pain-scale-left-work-early-because-I-couldn't-walk day. Hey, at least it is my Friday since tomorrow is the company
picnic mini-golf outing.
Yeah, I really do not understand this post either...
*Dancing being lying on the couch full of drugs bouncing my head to the dialog.