in the middle of the tuesday-wednesday night, I suddenly realized I had no idea when or how did I get into the shower. I wasn't technically so drunk I should have been experiencing blackout, but it seems like, according to many of my friends too, that you can get so drunk that memory decides to just not record shit until becomes trigger that wakes it up functioning again. And from there on, my memory functioned perfectly again. I did not even remember waking and getting up from the bed but I felt rested so I must have been sleeping. Alcohol blackouts are weird.
Another time, there had been a fight, and I ran from the parties, covered in defensive menthol spray coloring and black eye, controlled only by feral instincts. Neighbour in the area I did know nothing, had apparently called the cops. When the cops turned on to the innocent, probably frightful persons yard staring at my incoherent, confusing habitus from window, I snapped out of it "WHHAATTT THEE FUCKK IS THIS PLACE WHATT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED" and I could not help the cops anymore than telling there was a fight*, but could make memory about everything from there on.
*but it was actually the first fight, I did not even know there was a second fight later, until my friends told me.
My friend also had walked/cycled home from parties with no memory of it whatsoever, and when he was on outdoor finding keys, they realized they could not remember shit from two minutes back, but they had to conclude they had just recently made all the way home.
(off-topic) anyway, I could score ksalol yesterday, took two, they were so strong, they turned me into almost opiate-like nod and slowness, but none of the euphoria or other effects associated to it. I ate large feta pizza, came home, cleaned up all the vomit, smoked bowl of hash in tobacco and went to sleep for fucking 12 hours.
Much better, now only my shoulders are achy for all the sleeping. Took some paracetamol and one ksalol. Drinking green tea. (off-topic)
Another time, there had been a fight, and I ran from the parties, covered in defensive menthol spray coloring and black eye, controlled only by feral instincts. Neighbour in the area I did know nothing, had apparently called the cops. When the cops turned on to the innocent, probably frightful persons yard staring at my incoherent, confusing habitus from window, I snapped out of it "WHHAATTT THEE FUCKK IS THIS PLACE WHATT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED" and I could not help the cops anymore than telling there was a fight*, but could make memory about everything from there on.
*but it was actually the first fight, I did not even know there was a second fight later, until my friends told me.
My friend also had walked/cycled home from parties with no memory of it whatsoever, and when he was on outdoor finding keys, they realized they could not remember shit from two minutes back, but they had to conclude they had just recently made all the way home.
(off-topic) anyway, I could score ksalol yesterday, took two, they were so strong, they turned me into almost opiate-like nod and slowness, but none of the euphoria or other effects associated to it. I ate large feta pizza, came home, cleaned up all the vomit, smoked bowl of hash in tobacco and went to sleep for fucking 12 hours.
Much better, now only my shoulders are achy for all the sleeping. Took some paracetamol and one ksalol. Drinking green tea. (off-topic)
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