So...

I've been off the codeine for a week and holy shit, it's like I'm a different person. Note to self - opiates=depressants and really, we need no additional help. I harbor no illusions of me being an energetic soul on my very best of days. But it's almost as if I didn't get out of this friggin' recliner to do anything but work, eat, sleep and get tortured. And occasionally clean a cat box for the better part of 2 months. This is a road I've been on before and as I described in the episode where our heroine leaves the house with a stove burner on, I needed to pull my head out of my ass quick like. So now it is out. And that's better. And maybe now I'll get my damn taxes done.