The bad news is I'm totally zonked on prescription anti-inflammatories, flexeril and vicodin. I feel like I'm moving at half speed, and I can barely form a coherent thought. I think this weekend is going to be a wash. It's very strange...I can be high as a kite on weed, and I'm still more capable than I am on this stuff. (Not that I ever get that high anymore.) What a strange world we live in. Thank god I don't have to be responsible for the next few days.