Expect me to be a sweaty, shaky beyotch today. Bringing me to the hospital would be the icing on the cake because we're celebrating a thing tonight we were supposed to celebrate last time I detoxed, but pushed off because, well, I was a little busy eating Ativans. Although I don't expect you to bring me to the hospital because I haven't done anything that could kill me or anyone else in almost a whole day so I'm better now.