If it don't kill me it's gonna make me tough

How is it that I can be exhausted all damn day long, even so much as taking a quick kip in my truck during lunch but now that I should be asleep I'm wide awake? You don't think the jelly beans I'm popping like they're whatever it is I've been taking for the ridiculous pain I've been in all day have anything to do with it, do you? I hit max dosage on the painkiller front at 10am, but that didn't stop me, I'm not into suffering. I'm into getting through the work day. I hope that doesn't disappoint anyone. Kinda goes against the whole monicker, I know. But really, 4 Alleve? Like that's going to do anything but tease me with the possibility of not feeling like shit. I upgraded to, I don't know what those things are, but I feel great! when I got home. They're legal. They're prescription. I just don't know what they're called. I do know I'm going to need more soon. Hmmph. That kinda sucks. Doctors kind of look down on people actively seeking drugs. But I only take them when I need them. Like today. When the medieval torture device that is my body was being particularly evil. Days and weeks go by when I don't feel as completely fucking horrible as I did today. My co-workers kept trying to send me home. But I refused. On the principle that I want to get paid. Has nothing at all to do with a love for the job. I hate the job. But oh, sweet, sweet money. I'd never betray you.

Meanwhile on the House front: I wrote a big long rant and then posted it at my other journal. So if you know where that is you're welcome to read it. Or maybe I'll copy and paste it here sometime. But I'm lazy, so take that into account. Part 1 of my I fear very long story has been posted to wider acclaim than anything I've ever written and that scares me a little. It's the kind of story that needs to stay good or it will become very terrible very fast. Next week I think Wilson is going to spend 'quality' time with a whore. I hope it's graphic. If I can't have House/Wilson I'll take Wilson/Anybody. Wilson/Cuddy would be way hot. I'm good with that. House/Wilson/Cuddy would be enough to make me go into cardiac arrest.

On the my house front, the dog is having a nervous breakdown because of the storm and I really wish I was tired. But even if I was Cope wouldn't let me sleep. So what difference does it make? I read in EW that House is going to be getting a dog. If it makes him all lovey-softy-dovey I swear I'm going to be so pissed. I've had two dogs and neither of them have softened me a bit. Oh, what? Just because I carry Coupland around like a little cuddly baby doesn't mean I've gone soft. It's just that he's just the size of a baby without all that pesky 'getting bigger and learning to speak' nonsense. He'd be ideal if he wasn't whining in my ear right now. And Baxter was always 100% pure dog. Even when he was hiding in the bathtub during storms....sorry, I've got to stop. I'm going to go cry now...Doesn't make me soft. You'd have to be made of stone not to cry at something like that. I bet you throw stuff at the end of "Pride of the Yankees" too, don't you? Fuck off.