I had knee surgery yesterday, to repair a torn meniscus from the Great Bike Crack Up of 2010.
Vicodin is awesome. It is delicious. I have sat here for eight hours now enjoying a Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon.
Vicodin makes me have wonderful dreams. I dreamt that Patrick Stewart was reading me the New York Times. I dreamt that I had a magical dolphin that could fly. It had a saddle, you know, to make flying easier. I dreamt I was as small as a frog and lived on a lily pad. I dreamt I was driving with Judge Judy and chain-smoking Malboro Lights.
I would highly recommend this prescription drug.