Happy fuckin' new year...

So far it feels just the same as '05. It's damp & dreary & I am so fucking depressed I don't care if I wake up tomorrow or not...

At least my hip doesn't hurt...a blessing of sorts...& I am most thankful because when I went searching for my Percocet every last one was gone — taken by my neighbor who came over for a couple of drinks last night (after my being nice enough to give him 4 to ease the pain of his displaced shoulder). He also left me with 3 out of 20 or so Xanax, which is my life line. To say I'm pissed is a major understatement...