Today was busy for a Wednesday at work. I finally convinced them to put a third man on Wednesday night. I’m really starting to get burned out with the routine. It’s been quite the struggle at that place lately, so much for 2 people to get accomplished. Other than that, I’m happy there. I don’t dread going to work anymore; I get along well with the people there; it beats the shit out of Subway, so I always remember that at least.
Something quite strange happened today; Leah, a girl I was friends with back in my Subway days, called me at 1:30 in the morning. That in itself isn’t outrageously strange, but when she started asking me if I knew where to get any cocaine it became strange. I haven’t spoken to or seen this girl in months, probably 3 months, so it caught me really off guard. Of course, I told her that I didn’t know where to get anything (I really don’t; I don’t mess with coke; it’s really no fun). Anyways, I saw today that she had called me on my caller ID while I was at work. I called her back to discover that she thought she had OD’d on coke. She had been smoking it, and she thought that she had a tad too much. I told her to find some Valium and if she couldn’t that she should go to the E.R. Damn, I’ve been departing from drugs lately. I notice, it seems a lot more, how messed up that whole world is, just sickening to me more and more. Perhaps that’s a good thing.
Intake: Ø day 3, a little alcohol