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Drinking Drank Deuce Like It’s Meant to be Drunk from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.

My last dance with Drank lives here.

Yes, I’m still up after drinking the Drank roughly four hours ago. I win!

Really, there’s nothing I need to say here, is there?

[Project 365]

My neck/back is pretty freaking sore today, so I popped a muscle relaxer a bit ago, and proceeded to call Ashley to chat and check on her and Luke and JD, and midway through our conversation, the pill kicked in and suddenly my sentences got longer and more meandering and I was stringing words together without syllables and I’m sure she thought I was drunk or maybe just stupid but I can assure you that I am both.

But it is the kind of drunk and stupid where you can still drive and go to work and be the president.

Interestingly enough, my neck/back still really hurts, and the only muscles that seem to have relaxed are the ones controlling my mouth.

Fun fact: The Memphis PD still has not filed my accident report from Dec. 29.

And before anyone yells at me: Yes, dammit, I will go back to the doctor.

I hate starting each entry with “I.” But this is my blog and I don’t want to waste my time with cute exposition. I would rather cut to the chase and dump my dirty laundry on this examination table to pick through, one grass-stained pant leg at a time.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. There’s nothing really going on in my life right now to make me so scatter-brained/jittery/miserable/tired/uninspired, but I can’t shake this constant numbness. And this constant back pain. Yeah, I should really get that checked out. Maybe tomorrow before class. It’s really weird — I can’t bend or even sit/stand without sharp lower-back pain. It’s even painful to walk. I lifted a TV more than a week ago, but this pain just kicked in a couple of days ago … so I don’t know if the two events are related. I keep thinking when I wake up it will be gone, but it greets me along with the alarm each morning. If I was living at home, I could just eat a few painkillers I’m sure are sleeping in the medicine cabinet (which actually spans two entire kitchen cabinets; my family relies on a lot of medication. Well, it’s mostly sinus pills and ibuprophen.).

Forget Prozac and Cipramil. Is there a pill I can take to make me less flighty? A salve that calms me when I stress out over small things? A spoonful of sugary goodness to convince me that going to class is actually worth the trip out my front door? A suppository that will make me more articulate and sure of myself?