Starting around 5:20am this morning, I spent 2 hours writing, editing, rewriting and condensing the ultimate Stim-Rant of the century, whilst tripping simultaneously, as a result of a multi-day binge on MPA, 5-MeO-DALT, Alcohol and Sleep Deprivation.
Apparently, BL (which is henceforth an entity in itself) didn't appreciate my frantic tap-tap-tapping away at the keypad with the enthusiasm of a spoiled child at Christmas after a double dose of Ritalin. BL found it more suitable to not submit my post, blaming a 'missing security token', whilst making it impossible to access my post by going back a page, which I can do every single other time.
T'was a Fucked Sprout as I was writing, but now I'm both coming down hard and incredibly pissed off about losing my Stim-Rant. Bad times.