It's easy for the deaf to maintain friendships.

Between the very guilt-inducing (yet sweet) e-mail I received from Kat and a conversation with Goose in which I'm pretty sure he threatened my life, it seems like I haven't got much choice here.

Thanks for convincing me not to give up. I was really just having a couple of Those Months. You know the ones, where you wake up, fall out of bed and hit your head/accidentally brush your teeth with the toothbrush you use to clean the toilet/get toothpaste in your hair/trip walking out to your car/etc. Except, does anyone really clean their toilet with a toothbrush? Seems like it might take a while.

Anyway. The doctors here at the clinic say I'll be just fine as long as I keep taking my meds. Which I do. Religiously. Only now, I think I've become physically and emotionally dependent on my eye drops. Not crack, or crank, or meth, or whatever drug it is you're on that makes you read this nonsense. Visine. (you know how I was yearning for a drug addiction? You know how they say "Be careful what you wish for"? Yeah).

I started using (is it horribly wrong that I love that phrase almost as much as "free-basing"?) when I became worried that I would get hassled if people found out, I mean mistakenly thought, I was moonlighting as a stripper since I came in to class in my G-String my eyes were always so bloodshot in the morning. And now I've spiraled out of control. I'm using even when my eyes are not red or irritated. What's next, injecting it into my veins? That would give a whole new meaning to "Gets The Red Out", wouldn't it?

This is my cry for help.

And speaking of issues, did anyone else see School of Rock? When the other teachers ask Jack Black which test he prefers and he starts to quote lines from Whitney Houston's "The Greatest Love of All"? And they're all like "Isn't that a song?" and he says no, nope, not a song and it's just downright hilarious? Well it is if you had a few hundred eye drops before watching it.