Setting limits like that is how I finally quit eating Percocet. First only 3 in the morning… At lunch, and again in the evening… Then 2 at lunch… Then 2 at lunch and evening… Then 2 across the board… And so on, until I was only taking 1 a day. Each step down was when I felt like it… Not necessarily on any schedule. Just when I thought I could do it. It wasn’t easy… Mind you. It was just do-able. For the record… This was down from like 3-5 at a time… Whenever I wanted them. I’m a decade sober and haven’t touched an opiate since. It took me a time to feel normal, but the only day that really sucked for a minute was the day I told myself I wasn’t going to take even my 1. Your liver will thank you. You will be proud of your accomplishment. It’s worth it.

Stop trying to make “streets ahead” a thing, Pierce!

You three beautiful people are the reason I love this place.

From Google Translate: “A scythe of the nightingale from the mist A bridle full of carrion stains, the first pride shrivelled from the bridle through a cornflower cluster in the willow bush, a carrion deer quarter of a handful of grain.”

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