A tribute to W.S. Burroughs in his centenary yr.: Our protagonist has less than an hr. to get to Ralphs to pick up his blood pressure medication before the pharmacy closes early (it's Sunday).
Meh. If it was one of my (4) Blood Pressure meds I'd shrug me shoulders and have another cocktail. However, if it was my SSRIs, well then gawd help the poor blighters standing between me and the apothecary...
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Meh. If it was one of my (4) Blood Pressure meds I'd shrug me shoulders and have another cocktail. However, if it was my SSRIs, well then gawd help the poor blighters standing between me and the apothecary...
(Realizes He's Not Such a) Lit-Fuse Editor:
FOUR? I'm a piker. No boozing on my (single) brand 'though. What's that mean?
SSRIs got me off nicotine & fucked w/ my sleep cycle, even mos. after stopping, & gave me permanent tinnitus before that. Not sure if that's a wash.
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