Pizza and Xanax
I'm in the middle of one of the first serious anxiety attacks I've had in a while. I woke up while tossing and turning in bed in my clothes. I layed down for a bit, planning to hang out with some friends and instead fell asleep for a few hours. My T-shirt was soaked with sweat as if I'd just gotten off the treadmill. After 10 minutes of laying and staring at the ceiling while Behind the Music blared on the TV (it wasn't the anxiety, the ceiling was more interesting than the band on BtM) I saw my keychain on the nightstand. On my keychain is a pill holder with the two best drugs in the world: Viagra and Xanax. Careful not to take the wrong one (they're both blue) I broke off some Xanax. Ten minutes later I treated myself to some leftover 2am pizza. My arms are tired as if I just worked out and my hands are trembling. What the fuck? Is this sobriety? You can keep it. Nice experiment. Paging Dr. Daniels... Dr. Jack Daniels, MD. At least when I drank, I had legitimate things to panic about. Holy shit. I hope this stuff kicks in soon. I need sleep. Going to Foo Fighters/Weezer tomorrow night. Awesome. I have work tomorrow, which is great. Dammit, there's nothing on TV. Been watching Soprano's starting from episode 1 with some friends. Awesome.
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