Last night. Tonight. Tomorrow night. I know without a doubt. Rush home, fling door open. Find vein. Fall back. Snuggle kitten. Doze in and out with the laptop or a newspaper or TV program in front of me. Wake up at 11pm when the late (and lame) news is on. Missed anything good that might have been on TV. Didn't do all my extra work. Didn't do the dishes. Didn't do my taxes... STILL. My high is long gone. Slept away. Feel mad at myself. Curse drugs. Feel broke. Repeat.