The Drugs Begin Wearing Off

Home alone tonight, my laptop is my buddy and I'm killing time before the good shows come on CourtTV. I have an unopened bottle of Vicodin that I'm looking to date tonight and the last of the Versed I got in intravenous form is wearing off. I have eyes behind my eyes, and they are having a hard time staying focused.

Watching TLC's fashion series, What Not to Wear, I am intrigued by the public humiliation they put their guest star through. "With the help of your friends, we have been secretly filming you for two weeks. What was up with that shirt you were wearing when you went out for cocktails with Linda?"

That's kind of like saying "He was with you in the Swamp of Sadness. And he was with you when you defeated the G'mork. He's here, watching us, and he doesn't even know we know." What a headtrip that must be.

Man, that Artax was something. It should've gotten its own Saturday morning cartoon. Possibly something in the "mystical creature meets urban kid with no parents and they have magical adventures together" genre.