vicodincrutch | 093. Diagnosis

Doctor Allison Cameron, you can start formally apologizing....now. If you need any hints, if nothing at all comes to mind, just ask. I'll be sure to supply you with a bevy of ways to make amends.

I think that I'll call in sick with a sudden case of ~~hopefully temporary~~ Charles Bonnet syndrome.

accidental audio;

[voices speak, they all sound like House.]

"Hey, hey Greg. This means we can really go out and do something. Topless bar. You feel me? Oh and ditch those losers. Then you can have fun."

"Go, watch, and come back home? Yeah, that's amusing. The minute one dancer opens her mouth it may as well be white noise. They have no brains. May as well watch a movie. There's the complete fantasy, no strings and certainly no physical excursion. That guy would like it."

"Why watch a movie when you can go back to bed, House? You're on the way to a wane period with the vicodin. Build up for it or it's going to kick your ass. Nothing is disappointing in sleep."

"How can anyone sleep with my own personal episode of Three is Company?"

"Sleep? Do I have to spell it out? F-U-N. It's what everyone doesn't want you to have."

"That's because they don't care. It's all that pleasantry still, still. You must be doing something wrong."

"Speaking of wrong, hello, priorities. You do anything else and risk being nonfunctional."

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

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Probably not a good idea. I could come round and try to get them in a shoebox, if you like.

I thought of drowning them. We could drop the box out of the window. Or put it in the freezer.

You really think knocking off the aspects of yourself that are annoying you is the way to go? I'm not a therapist, but I'm pretty sure that's not their line.

What do you want bringing?

Oh, I'd feel so much better.

More vicodin. I'm running low. And duct tape if you have any laying around.

I take it 'running low' actually means you're planning higher doses. Eventually you're not going to be able to get through a wane without an OD.

I'll look for tape after I stop by the pharmacy.

Oh ye of little faith. I'm well aware. I'm the one that ingests it.

I'll be waiting

So far, knowledge has served me better than faith did. I'm just covering my bases; you want to get trashed tonight, that's your call.

Be half an hour. Try not to murder any of the little buggers.

Damn right. Mine and not theirs, however the peanut gallery this intimate is hard to avoid.

Maybe I can drug them.

093. Diagnosis

apparently innocent change back to voice;

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text again in that stubborn, not going to give in kind of way >I; private;

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