I told someone I went all day without a vicodin yesterday and now I'm wondering.  I think I took one at 4. Damn.  Oh well, it's still a good day to only need one.   I woke up to Lucy barfing beside my pillow and seriously considered ignoring it and going back to sleep.  Insteard I stripped the bed, put everything in the washer and then went back to sleep.  I am depressed.  The only thing that got me out of bed was coffee. And the fact that I have to buy a microwave before I have guests.