I worked the overnight and talked to several people whose respective drugs were suddenly not working for them. Heroin, Klonopin, Methadone, Alcohol and Zyprexa - a pantheon of pharmaceutical saints devoid of divinity. I slept on a mat in my office for a couple of hours when I was finished and nearly completely scrambled. I don't do as well as I used to on the overnights. I woke thinking about going to Ukraine, but instead I made a list of things that needed to be accomplished today and saw it through to the end. I scratched off each and every item for a change. Somewhere in the scurry though I lost about a half a pound of off-the-bone ham. Where the hell could that have gone?
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