Some, 'today' is still partly yesterday. I took a shot of mixed analgesics of the opioid kind, and hosed my iffy knee down with voltarol/diclofenac spray (NSAID), because the fucking cunt thing was making me ache and suffer.
I'm going back downstairs after rolling a cancer stick, and it being first light at dawn, after I get back upstairs I'm having my sleeping pill, applying the needed quantity of corticosteroid ointment to my feet, splashing a bit of lavender oil on my pillow, throwing on my new Katatonia album; ripping a last bong, draining the remainder of my bottle of beer then sprawling out on the bed.