Wednesday, October 31, 2001
|1:52 AM|
I dove across a carpet floor to pick up a phone call that might have been either a female or a pharmacy telling me my drugs were ready. Either way, I moved an incredible distance at a high rate of speed only to find out that the phone call was a request for tech support.
Drat.
My doctor is being the coolest docdude I've run into since my father. He's got me setup for a sample of Adderall that should tide me over until my paycheck materialized "But don't get this sample voucher filled at your normal pharmacy". It's a bit sketchy. Oh, and he also filled my inventory with a huge bag of EffeX04 that said it was expired. But that was, according to Mister Doctor Man "Bullshit" and the drugs were good. Ah, wonderful Wiffle chemical life.
Found my physical copy of Lolita. It was under some cable and electric bills. Figures. It's currently re-reaming my ass, though I had to emit perfect confidence while reading it in public places such as the pharmacy in order to convince people that I was not reading pornography.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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