This is the good part. Taking pills doesn't make the cycle real. Sure, the pills give me headaches too, but there's nothing like shoving a needle into a nice fresh piece of belly flab to make you feel like you're really doing a cycle. Yes, my friends, that is how sick and twisted I have become. I am gleefully looking forward to stabbing myself with a needle full of a migraine-inducing drug later this evening.
Its probably a good thing that I hate having my mind altered in any way shape or form.
I still don't know when my suppression check is going to be. Probably another week and a half or so. Once that happens (assuming I pass) I can really get down to business with the sticking.