It’s around 4 am and I’ve been up for about an hour. I am swollen and freaking miserable. I don’t know if I’m going to get back to restorative sleep or just be hurting and sleepy all day. It’s times like these when being washed away on a cloud of opiate oblivion is most tempting and it’s a damn good thing I can’t get myself out the door to score something.
Right now I am grateful for any and every distraction from how it feels to be me, inside this body, this morning.