I had surgery on my left shoulder for the second time Friday. I thought I would take a long weekend and recoup while catching up on my reading, but I didn't count on the Vicodin arresting my conscience. No reading for me (no thinking, either).
So now I'm back at work, feeling like I'm having withdrawals from the narcotics, but I probably just slept too much.
I picked up that silly bitch's book in the store the other day and discovered I wasn't prepared to part with $26 to read it. I'm waiting for a used copy to pop up somewhere for $10. Let me know if you see any.
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