Juniper Bruhmomentius
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Too many benzo deaths this year so been injecting alot less ksalols 
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Went through a gram of ketamine this week over 3 or 4 sessions and I am exhausted! Because of reasons I have to be up at 8 and don't really have any time to myself in the evening until 10 and trying to squeeze something like ketamine into that gap is just making me disfunctional and moody the next day.
So looks like ketamine just isn't going to fit into my lifestyle for the foreseeable future.
Shame, love a bit of ket it's such a great way to kill an evening. C'est la Vie.
Sounds fancy huh? Fancy prefixes for a fancy forum. I'll request the obvious ones like NEWS, DISCUSSION etc but it would be nice if anyone had ideas for unique/fun prefixes.
So looks like ketamine just isn't going to fit into my lifestyle for the foreseeable future.
Shame, love a bit of ket it's such a great way to kill an evening. C'est la Vie.
So far I've just got CULTURAL.
Sounds fancy huh? Fancy prefixes for a fancy forum. I'll request the obvious ones like NEWS, DISCUSSION etc but it would be nice if anyone had ideas for unique/fun prefixes.
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Thats awesome bro keep it up! You're doing great.
And yeah, things have their place, and can always be found again.
Low dose LSD really is magic for productivity. If tolerance weren't such a bitch I don't think I'd ever have felt the need to take stimulants.
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Yeah, whenever I acquire plenty of it I like to take it regularly, but I just don't really like functional/micro - doses. Just gives me a slightly annoying edge, I'd rather at least eat one full dose and enjoy my day thoroughly. I go through longish periods of time without taking any acid, but have dosed twice in the last week or so. It's been fun I definitely missed it.
With the right tabs, one is kind of just the perfect dose for me. I prefer phens for their chillness, not sure I've ever successfully used any psychedelic functionally, but I guess I haven't really tried.
Everyone seems to say the same thing about low doses but I think that 25ug neck of the woods is real magic. I always get so much done on my microdose days tasks just seem to feel rewarding again, and worth doing to begin with.
Hoffman used to say he thought LSD had potential as an ADHD treatment in the 20ug range.
I am craving a proper trip though. Have been for weeks. I don't have the time/energy for night trips and I'm not necessarily comfortable tripping around my family which rules most days out. So I've been doing the same as you and mostly sticking to phens (mainly 2cb) because I know I can always pull my shit together on that if I need to.
By the by @Mysterier has made some new thread prefixes for us to play around with so please everyone take full advantage and let me know if there are any others you'd like to see.
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I definitely feel like a microdose of L could be a useful tool for treating ADHD. It took a bunch of times taking it before I became fully comfortable with the effects, but, I do think it is the most consistent and predictable of all the psychedelics, effects and duration wise. I wonder how tolerance would effect that? Idk maybe I should try that sometime and just take a half or quarter tab instead of amphetamine some day.
The tabs I just got are pretty good, sold at 135 micrograms. It's for sure an ideal dose for me. I could have gotten some gel tabs that were a bit stronger, but I think these ones hit the spot already.
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Also, thank you Myst, those are good prefixes!
This is exactly what I used to do a couple of times a week. I think my amphetamine dose was a bit lower than yours so I don't know if it'll be enough to push past the yawning but the difference it makes vs a regular unmedicated day is night and day.
I usually get my tabs from the cat in the hat man and they're supposedly 110ug, and I think they actually are but eh you never know do you. They smack. I usually make a vodka tincture for micro dosing though rather than cutting tabs up.
Thank you Mysty!
Mushoku_Sensei
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Felt, same for me unfortunately... Maybe I should go for minidoses too...
Juniper Bruhmomentius
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Getting half a years worth of steroid tomorrow(paying later ofc cause Im trustworthy somehow? )
Wishing all of you a very classy and cultured Christmas
Juniper Bruhmomentius
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The long xmas is finally over and the medicated state of mind shall continue 
Not sure what to do with this so I’ll drop it here
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Hey all I think the universe is screwing with me. I am staying with my father to help out with some things. I found several bottles of diazepam in the drawers. So I put those aside and used one of the drawers for my stuff. I looked in that drawer a million times. I have 3 .25 alprazolam for when I trip at some point to take at the end that I brought with me. But that is all I had. So this drawer I looked into a million times that I keep my stuff in when I stay here gave me a surprise today. I have been here a solid 10 days. Been in that drawer a hundred time too. I had been looking for other bottles of diazepam in all drawers. But this drawer I made mine with my stuff. I open it this morning and sitting right on top of my bag of weed is an orange pill with B705 on the side in a small plastic bag. I look it up and it says .5 alprazolam. No idea where it came from, how it was set so strategically placed in my view and honesty other than occasion .25's I get from a friend I have not seen a .5 in years.
Should I save this as an .5 alprazolam? It is sort of creepy but I appreciate the Universes sense of humor. Looked in that drawer a million times. Put my stuff in, I open it and wham. Freaky. Would you eat it at some point? I mean I did not even recognize the bag. It is a small plastic one. But right on top of my stuff when i was in there yesterday last? The drawer has 6 items in it.
Edit: Should be known I am clear headed. This is not the same as when a person can't remember how many pills they took. I have not had anything since Christmas. Clear headed. lol
Should I save this as an .5 alprazolam? It is sort of creepy but I appreciate the Universes sense of humor. Looked in that drawer a million times. Put my stuff in, I open it and wham. Freaky. Would you eat it at some point? I mean I did not even recognize the bag. It is a small plastic one. But right on top of my stuff when i was in there yesterday last? The drawer has 6 items in it.
Edit: Should be known I am clear headed. This is not the same as when a person can't remember how many pills they took. I have not had anything since Christmas. Clear headed. lol
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Juniper Bruhmomentius
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Damn, sometimes its good when the benzos ran out and you have time to process what you gotta change in your behavior
I'm getting flashbacks to that vial of ketamine I thought I'd lost. I searched the entire house, moved all the furniture went through every drawer I was terrified I'd left it round my sister's house and her kids were going to find it.
Of course it was in my pocket the entire time. The same pocket I'd checked at least 3 times while searching the house. Sometimes things just unaccountably sneak past you.
I'd say keep it. Maybe it's lucky.
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Lucky would have been a full bottle. (got a little cranky because of this and I will explain.
)This incident is up there with another incident I had. My wife witnessed it. We had just come back from Canada eating dinner in our living room. I opened a tall 16 oz ginger ale can to drink it with dinner. I had set it down and it was never found. Ever.In this instance it is like going into your undy drawer you are in a few times a day and someone puts a gabapentin in there on top of your weed that you pulled out 9 hours earlier when you have not even seen a gabapentin. I have not seen a .5 in years and certainly not in this house. Just .25's from a friend. Plus the style of plastic bag was not one I ever had. Crazy.
Yeah I will save it but not eat it. It has kicked up some anger in me instead of wonder. I could use a much bigger and better surprise from the universe. I hope to get past the anger back to the wonder.
I only have a handful of unexplainable incidents. Ones that really stand out.
There are other types of incidents where you look for something in a certain spot and the 5th time it is there when it wasn't. I get those all the time too. Makes me think the mind can blank out some things, not sure. But this was a manifestation of a drug in a drawer I emptied out and just put my weed in by the nightstand. Then the next morning the bag and pill were glaring at me.
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A full bottle would have been easy to see. It does feel like the universe is having a laugh sometimes. I try to remind myself that it isn't, it's just big and busy and we're too small to be on its radar one way or the other.
I've had one other noteworthy unexplained incident (which was eventually explained) involving a pie. I was in late from a night out and in desperate need of sustenance so I chuck this pie (the kind you get in a tin with the raw pastry) in the oven and wait upstairs for it to cook. Fast forward a half hour and I go to retrieve my feast only to find nothing. The oven is off and there's no sign of the pie or it's packaging anywhere. I check the bins, nothing.
My friend has been crashed out on the sofa this entire time so I assume he must have taken it. The next morning I call him out expecting him to laugh but he proceeds to vehemently deny stealing my pie or knowing what I'm talking about so I begin to question my own logic. He was passed out drunk before I'd even turned the oven on and would have less than 30 minutes to do the deed and dispose of the evidence and assuming he left it in long enough to actually cook this would had to have been a pretty efficient operation from someone who was so drunk I knew they could barely walk or talk. Would he actually have been capable in that state?
So I start considering alternative explanations. Did I eat the pie myself and forget? Did one of my usually straight laced housemates steal my pie at 3am in an uncharacteristic display of spontaneous mischief? Had I simply imagined the pie to begin with? I was pretty wasted myself so I don't trust my memory.
But of course, Occam's razor, the motherfucker just stole my pie and gaslit me over it.
FOR TEN FUCKING YEARS.
The year he came clean he got me a pie for my birthday.
That anecdote ended up being a lot less relevant than I thought it would be but whatever
I've had one other noteworthy unexplained incident (which was eventually explained) involving a pie. I was in late from a night out and in desperate need of sustenance so I chuck this pie (the kind you get in a tin with the raw pastry) in the oven and wait upstairs for it to cook. Fast forward a half hour and I go to retrieve my feast only to find nothing. The oven is off and there's no sign of the pie or it's packaging anywhere. I check the bins, nothing.
My friend has been crashed out on the sofa this entire time so I assume he must have taken it. The next morning I call him out expecting him to laugh but he proceeds to vehemently deny stealing my pie or knowing what I'm talking about so I begin to question my own logic. He was passed out drunk before I'd even turned the oven on and would have less than 30 minutes to do the deed and dispose of the evidence and assuming he left it in long enough to actually cook this would had to have been a pretty efficient operation from someone who was so drunk I knew they could barely walk or talk. Would he actually have been capable in that state?
So I start considering alternative explanations. Did I eat the pie myself and forget? Did one of my usually straight laced housemates steal my pie at 3am in an uncharacteristic display of spontaneous mischief? Had I simply imagined the pie to begin with? I was pretty wasted myself so I don't trust my memory.
But of course, Occam's razor, the motherfucker just stole my pie and gaslit me over it.
FOR TEN FUCKING YEARS.
The year he came clean he got me a pie for my birthday.
That anecdote ended up being a lot less relevant than I thought it would be but whatever