In which I have leftovers

Now that I have graduated to plain Motrin, I have half a bottle of leftover Vicodin, and I have no idea what to do with it. Naturally I'm not going to throw it in the trash--our raccoons are quite aggressive enough without giving them drugs with street value. And I seem to recall reading that it's no longer PC to flush them down the toilet (something about contaminating the water table). So what is a law-abiding girl to do? I wonder if Pharmacist would dispose of them for me? Either that or I could substitute them for macaroni and make a nice picture with glitter glue and construction paper. In any event, I'm glad to be done with the stuff. Yes, it does a nice job of obliterating pain, but to my mind a painkiller should knock you out. Vicodin just made me wish I was napping. It left me too loopy to follow the plot of Mystery Science Theatre ("The Catalina Caper"!) but not actually rested, and I ate too many Pop Tarts. (When did they start putting EIGHT in the box? Oh, happy day!)

So today it's back to the salt mines, although I intend to work from bed. I have one aspect of the revision plotting to work out, and this is done on giant sheets of paper with some extremely smelly markers. (I bought them for the pretty colors. If I had known what they smelled like, I would have happily settled for crayons.) I also have one little bit of research left to ferret out--medical, of course--and I need some information on chickens. How's that for a teaser?