Here's the log I kept from my trip on 6/23. I dosed at midnight.
12:00 - Ingested 50mg 2C-D. I mixed it with about 2x volume of sprite, but I could still taste it a bit. Washed it down with some pure sprite in an already prepared second glass, this is getting rid of the taste, but there is still a remnant. I took Zyrtec (an anti-hystamine) at about 11:50 to combat any potential nausea caused by the food I ate at around 11:30 (Two slices of bread, some M&M's, and a granola bar). I am going to now make some preparations for later. I am going to move the laptop, laptop charger, and camera into the basement, where I intend to spend the plateau. Also, I'm going to install XaoS, a fractal program, on my laptop.
12:14 - First alert. I felt the "phenethylamine buzz". It kind of shot up the left side of my head. It was brief, but in the time its taken me to type this far, it has become constant. Thoughts racing. Still watching Star Trek Enterprise. Its tense nature may make it a bad idea right now. The bright white of the monitor screen seems to be flickering a little.
12:17 - I just peed. Slight visual distortions are beginning.
12:19 - I'm getting that numb feeling in my mouth, that I had previously compared to like when you get home from the dentist. Its a good bit weaker though. I feel very speedy. Time also seems to be distorted (I was expecting it to be later than it actually was).
12:25 - I thought the blinds next to me were swinging. Nope.
12:30 - Thoughts are still racing. Blinds are still moving. They kind of looked like they were melting a second ago. Time is still distorted.
12:36 - I think I have to be careful here. (I don't remember why I thought to write that, and its only about a minute later. Strange. I think it had something to do with my thought processes.)
12:40 - Time is passing in small chunks. I keep looking at the clock expecting it to be later than it is - but apparently I've been looking at the clock a lot because its already 12:40.
1:12 - I feel as though its time I made another entry. Thoughts are still happening much faster than my fingers care to write them down. The amount of stuff I just thought about in the time it took me to write that sentence - either I need to improve my typing skills or I am thinking REALLY fast.
1:16 - My head has never been so full of thoughts. None of them are particularly useful thoughts. But the sheer volume is intense. Being alone has made it easier for me to have introspective sorts of thoughts. The drug has not made it easier to write them down at this time.
1:34 - I nearly got sucked into my own face, while listening to Metallica's King Nothing, and looking at my reflection in the fish tank, illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen. Very strange. I'm having thoughts I feel were likely precipitated by the fact that I was viewing fractals earlier.
1:52 - I was just staring at my face in the mirror for 18 minutes. I think I associate dogs with evil.
2:04 - Things keep feeling like they are creeping in from the side of my vision, but I know they aren't.
2:25 - My thoughts seem to have returned to their normal pace. I'm still experiencing visuals at the strength I was before though. I wonder if this is like being in the eye of a hurricane.
2:29 I can hear my laptop working as I use XaoS. I don't think the drug has enhanced my ability to hear the fan spinning, but perhaps it has enhanced my ability to pay attention to it.
2:57 - I'm hungry.
3:03 - I'm back downstairs, and now I have some more M&M's and bread. I keep worrying that the drug has worn off, and thinking that I really don't want it to. And it hasn't, yet.
3:20 - I was beginning to think that it had ended. But, just now, I noticed some much milder visual effects.
3:51 - Its late. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.
4:09 - I watched another episode of Whose Line. Now I'm really going.
