So yesterday afternoon I decided to kick the stupid Vicodin and switch over to Tylenol for my painkilling needs. The verdict? Well, it’s obvious that Tylenol isn’t as strong as Vicodin, which is both good and bad. I still have a dull, consistent ache throughout my head, but I can think. It’s hard to underestimate the value of a clear head.
Other things. Last night David, Kate and I went to go see Bubba Ho-Tep, which was just as dumb and surreal as I’d expected. I was amused. Kate was not. Oh, well – she gets to pick the next one, I guess.
Right now I’m hammering away like crazy on client projects, {fray} stories and other assorted thingamajigs, trying to make up for three days of drug-induced haziness. True story: I woke up this morning freaking out and thinking it was Tuesday. I hate Vicodin.
All this and I still haven’t come up with a good Halloween costume (or plans) yet. And Inkblots development is falling just a tad behind. Whoops. If the autumn issue doesn’t roll out until, say, mid-November, this is why. (Please keep ’em coming!)