Member Since: July 2007
Bio: I awoke to the sounds of clamoring pipes and the faint smell of gas. My eyes half closed, I groped blindly on the floor for the familiar plastic pill container. I popped a couple Prozac and took a swig of beer from an open bottle by the bed. I wished vainly for a strong black coffee to shake off the lingering effects of Ambien and tranqs, as I desperately tried to remember in my disorientation if it was my own bed I had woken up in or the couch of a stranger. My eyes strained and were blurred and blinded by sunlight streaming in through a poorly curtained window. My arm flew out from under the cover, knocking to the ground the contents of my bedside table. Textbooks, pills, empty bottles, a lone alarm clock lay strewn on the floor; confirmation that I had woken up in my own room. My muscles sore and fatigued, I lay back on the frame-less twin mattress and stared up at the harsh blank ceiling. No hint of a yawn escaped my lips. "Today," I said to myself, "Today, is going to be quite a day."