Today was the last day of EAA for me at work. Looking back the week was kinda slow compared with what they told us would happen; it just was a lot slower than I would have anticipated.
Today I helped Aunt Cindy and her husband paint their house to get it ready for the market. They chose a banana yellow scheme for the outside, which I think is a little loud, but they like it, and that’s what matters. I will go again tomorrow I think.
Got Joey (Matt’s dealer) on the phone today; he sounded kinda pissed that I was chillin with Baldwin the other day. F**k him! Why should he be angry? Whatever, I’ll probably chill with him again, in fact I aim to score a bag from him tomorrow if at all possible.
Nothing else really happened today. I ate the last of this week’s vikes, have to hustle now until payday, or until next refill.
Intake: 55 mg hydroco, 30 mg oxyco, oral
(Anyone out there noticing the hustle theme to Matt’s life? So tiring for him. Waking up everyday just to hustle to feel normal. I sure hope those who are getting to know Matt are starting to see that addicts really are not what they look like to the world; those lazy eyes and untucked shirts are from all the stress involved in this crazy cycle. I think they just get too tired to even care anymore what they look like to others. How could they care when they feel so very alone in their battle? If you are an addict, please don’t feel so alone. I for one care. Anyone else out there who cares, just post below. Someone may wander along looking for someone else who cares too. Hugs, Matt’s mom)