I think I need drugs

We have this clock in the living room that chimes on the hour. This time, when it chimed, it was like it was chiming inside my head. It must be about Vicodin time.

I need to think of something to make for dinner so hubby can have leftover lunch tomorrow but I can't say I honestly care at this moment in time what he eats tomorrow. I'll come up with something, though. I don't know what...

I see the neurologist on Wednesday. I wonder what he'll say about the Neurontin.

I can't think of anything profound to say and I'm darn glad for spellcheck today because my fingers and my brain aren't connecting very well right now. Maybe another nap is in order.