like a pill

Hello friend.

I'm currently in the car on the way to a restaurant with my parents. We're going to meet up with my aunt uncle and cousin for my aunt's birthday. I just took some oxycodone because I woke up in excruciating pain. I also took some ibuprofen since I'm swollen like a chipmunk stocking up for winter.
Is it incredibly vain of me for not wanting to go anywhere in public looking like this?

I'm not looking forward to sing high again today. I'm looking forward to not being pain, but at this point I can't imagine my mouth ever being normal again.
Okay that was overly dramatic. But really, it's a pain in the ass. I'm so sick of being in pain, of being high, of not being full, not being able to sing, not being able to focus, being swollen, etc. etc.
Sorry. I was complaining like this to my friend J-Pop last night. His name isn't actually J-Pop. It's James. I have never actually called him that. He was introduced to me as J-Pop so that is his name as far as I am concerned.
Anyhow, I was complaining to him last night. It was the only conversation I could stay focused on. I went all day yesterday trying to talk to people but I couldn't focus.
Yesterday was truly an awful day.

The oxycodone is starting to take effect now. I'm both thankful and resentful for it. I'm losing my ability to focus, therefore losing interest in this blog post. I'm also feeling a bit less sore, thank God!
Oh well. Sorry for another ridiculous post making pretty much no sense, I'm sure.

Currently playing on my iPod: Whatever my parents are playing in the car.
I don't really care at the moment. Music is more enjoyable when you can lose yourself in it, which I just can't do. I can't focus on a song enough to lose myself in it. I can't sing along. I can't properly appreciate it. It's such a shame. Just another thing I hate about being high.