Every Freaking Day

Dear Diary,

I'm not going to lie to you. When I heard the news the other day that my two favorite medications, Vicodin and Percocet, are being banned for having an innocent little chemical called acetaminophen, I started to get a headache. And the headache got worse and worse. My doctors claim that its just a result from being up from that coma. I know that its because I can't have my go-go fuel. Did you honestly think that I was this chipper and bubbly all the time? Eegad, no! If I don't get my juice in the morning, mid-morning with second breakfast, lunch, midday snack, four o'clock pick-me-upper, supper, dinner, and midnight fourth meal, I can't function. I mean, even my supplier is in jail now, because he borrowed an experimental military aircraft. What am I going to do now? I need those every freaking day!

The OBC (Obama Broadcasting Network) suggests that there are alternatives, but I don't like to touch the stuff on the streets. I like my supplements in those cute little bottles with the caps that I have trouble getting off. Speaking of which, Mic always helped me out with those. I'm sure I could get one of my roommates to help me out, if she knows what's good for her. Until then, I suppose I could watch some of those weird anime shows referred to only by letters; they virtually have the same effect.

You don't happen to have a Benjamin on you, do you, Diary?

-Liz :3