I've just taken 2mg of some little blue pills that are scored like a legit pharma pill. They weren't in a blister pack. I've been on a mild ethylphenidate binge, 200mg over 12 hours. I've been drinking steadily through the day as it seemed to compliment the stim in the same way as I always find with decent coke. A good time was had doing nothing more than mooching around the house with an urge to do lots of stuff but without being able to finish anything before moving onto an equally unnecessary but very satisfyingly fruitless chore. Making tea has been as profoundly interesting beyond the point at which I simply had to get some perspective. So I played with my kitten for about 3 hours, a game of hide and seek during which I applied Art of War style rules of engagement, only to be outwitted constantly despite feeling like I was being made a mug of by a kitten who clearly had a better tactical grasp of the terrain.
I realised that it was time to get down with the Etizolam, olympic gold medal winning sleep is the only way I'm coming out of this one resembling something approaching a man with a penis that doesn't require a half hour rummage in a roomy fly and some eyebrow tweezers. I miss all the heavy lifting I used to have to do just to have a piss. Good times.
I've gone on a diminished cock tangent, that could be a symptom of mild warm blanket cosy delirum that my brain doesn't seem to bothering to achknowledge, though so far I'm on 3mg of these very pharma legit looking tabs and I'm not feeling remotely tired, just mildly content. I have no past with benzos so no tolerance unless my only superpower is the ability to laugh in the face of anything short of a coma. I did take quite a lot of stims though and I've had a few drinks on it. Maybe some strange interactions have negated something critical and that's why I feel I could go for a run, albeit one employing a refined method of not cheese grating my face on the pavement. So these seem to have had only a very mild hypnotic effect but I'm finding it very difficult to type with these giant invisible boxing gloves on. I'm also finding walking a real challenge, like I'm on an escalator made of memory foam and a not unpleasant sense of walking on the deck of a stricken vessel that's listing to the left. This is like I've done the whole of a top shelf that missed the rest of my body and aimed strictly for my legs. My upper body is functioning normally but the rubber legs are just no good for my purposes, and I'm finding it to be a comedy experience. If I didn't currently look like a wild mountain man with poached Marty Feldman eyes, I'd go to the shop and buy some comforts.
I feel odd, but these pills have failed to what I expressly want them to. I'm not really impressed at all, but would 4mg be liable to make me do something with a total loss of inhibition that I'm not really aware of? I'm really in unchartered lands here, I'm brave but I have a healthy need to avoid being arrested for taking a shit on my local co-op deli counter. I've read of such things and I don't fancy being in court round up at my age, not for having apoo.
