Some Brief Thoughts on Drugs.

I had a total mental breakdown today, and then took my first Xanax. I looked it up Wikipedia first (the knowledge center for lazy people) to see if there were side effects/what exactly it does it you, etc etc. I read on there it takes a week for the effects to take place, but really I think they must have meant A SINGLE PILL. Holy crap. I think this is the magical golden caplet Franzen is referring to in .The Corrections(it's called "Aslan", in the book). It has to be! I feel like I should go outside and find grassy knoll to lie down in and let the sun put me to sleep. However, it is 1:30 in the AM so that isn't really in the cards at the moment. Shucks.

Last night I was talking to N about sleeping pills, specifically Ambien, which in my opinion is basically a roofie disguised as a sleeping pill. The first time I took one, I woke up in the morning and looked it up on Wikipedia  (I like to be informed, what can i say?) and saw it caused "increased sexual arousal". I giggled to myself, and jokingly said something to The Highway about it. He looked at me hurt: "You don't remember last night?", he asks.


Friends, I didn't remember anything 5 minutes after taking the Ambien. It's fucking crazy how a tiny little pill can put you on your ass so quickly. Though, as it so happens, I did not fall on my ass, per say, but rather slid off the chair I was sitting in and had to be picked up and carried to bed in an Ambien-induced knockout, where I then allegedly tried to put the moves on The Highway but fell asleep before anything good happened. Like I said: ROOFIED!

Drugs make me nervous, but I took one tonight because other things in this life make me more nervous.