Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
So keep reading! You never know what'll happen.
Okay, this shit really hurts. I want to reduce the Percoset to ONE every four hours, but when I do that, it's like I've got a burning 2 x 4 jammed unceremoniously through my gut. Yesterday I gave in to need for the second Percoset about twenty minutes into a conversation with Joe and I don't even remember hanging up the phone after he said "You're fading" or something. Probably because I didn't hang up the phone, as I woke up to discover...now I vaguely recall hearing it ent-ent-ent-ent-ent-ent for awhile...so it's either Have Pain or Pass Out From Pain Pills? Great.
