Fuck vicodin. Fucking douchebag vicodin. Two weeks, I tell you- two weeks was all it was! And I had surgery! So when I say I needed it, I mean it in the honest sense and not in the pleading junkie sense. But now...well this damn well better wear off soon because last night I got approximately 45 minutes of sleep. At one point I apparently twitched so bad I rolled right off the bed, because I came to at around 4 am lying with my face in the pile of books that's next to the nightstand. I can see this happening if I were Doctor fucking House or something, but two weeks? Not fair! What I need is a teeny little whip and a wee little man to wield said whip. He could crawl into my ear and bitchslap my endorphins until they start working again. Fucko.