The ho-hum life of a massage therapist and nursing student in Small Town Massachusetts
A rather nasty wound had me taking Percocet for a few days this Winter, for the first time in my life.I found myself sleeping in past the alarm, with some fascinating dreams.Okay... we'll just lock the rest of those in the safe, where they will be... safe.
LOL, talk to Jay G, or Sci-Fi or Weer'd... I'm SURE they can point you to a good place! But Jim Carrey??? Geez...
Hey! It wasn't Hillary Clinton - count your blessings!:-P
I blame them taking out the good druggy stuff. THAT would have led to Liam. I'm fairly sure the new, unimproved Nyquil leads to Bawney Fwank dreams.
I once had a dream about Joan Rivers. She... well, you don't want to hear it. I will say that I've had a certain fondness for her since then, although not for the drugs that brought on the dream.
That reminds me of the Bollywood segment in Smash this week. Jim Carrey. Yeah. You wuz robbed. OTOH, I wish the worst person I boinked in a dream was only as bad as Jim Carrey. I'll spare you the details.
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