Man, I hate taking muscle relaxers. Those things knock me the fuck out.
That's pretty much all I've been doing the past few days, sleeping and then sitting up for a while. I guess that's what the combination of passing out and the wrist pain will to do you though. :|
In a couple hours, if I'm still awake, I need to run down to mom's and pick up my food. +_+ She ordered me chicken wings and I'm fucking starving.
So the moral of this story is:
Even if you need them, drugs are bad, m'kay? :|