Friday, March 01, 2002
The sky was the color of a television, tuned to the Weather Channel |12:57 AM|
Well, yeah. The Panmist was quite an upper. However, it did nothing for my lungs and throat, so I was coughing. In fact, I was coughing so hard that I was on the ground at Vorpals house wondering if I was going to pass out. As I was rolling around, trying to remember how to manually breathe and exchange oxygen, I realized some important things. However, oxgygen deprivation is messing with me pretty fiercely at the moment. Of course, I can't sleep, since I'm pumped up on stimulants. Such is life.
Earlier, when I had more energy, I was going to write a "screw-jack" style tale, how the drugs were making my whole body tingle and zip around and drive too fast and how all the ideas came rushing back through my skull and it was too loud too fast and I thought I was going to explode, but I can't write anything right now. I'm going to try to go to sleep. I don't want to call in sick.
Christ. I feel awful. But so much PEP.
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