What a day to be dope sick! A sunny August Friday with a full seven hours of work! It was not a pleasant day for me today. I spent most of my morning chasing down my Valium, and the $15 I needed for them. Any normal day would be great to have Valiums because they are coveted by the junkies around me, traded easily for things I like better, but not today. Today my dealer was out. His old lady was crying she was so f**king sick. His next door neighbor was out also, but I turned him on in hopes of scoring a 10 methadone tomorrow morn. We’ll see.
Work was shit. I took an 80 mg concerta that I had lying around in hopes that it would push me through my shift. I haven’t decided whether or not it helped any. I felt it, but I still felt pretty sick, strange too. I’m starting to hate work.
Anyways, tomorrow is another day. I have these vals to help me sleep tonight, and tomorrow I have a few prospects. Damn, I just need to quit.
Intake: Ø day one, 20 mg diazepam