Oh dear. I achieved the classic benzo and MDMA blackout last night.
Started the afternoon off with 4mg lorazepam which put me in a good mood and sorted out a load of work stuff I've been meaning to do. That done, I necked 300mg of MDMA. The last thing I remember is starting to come up. The next thing I knew I was waking up in bed this morning thinking "WTF?"
Went downstairs to a stony faced wife who greeted me with "The fuckin state of you last night!"
Apparently, she'd come downstairs about 10pm to find me standing in the hallway in one slipper and no glasses on; holding a cloth and a bottle of Cif spray and talking to myself.
"What are you doing?" She said.
" I cant find my glasses" I replied.
She went into the living room where she found my other slipper in one corner, my glasses in another corner and the whole contents of my ashtray dumped in the middle of the rug.
She then went into the kitchen to find the kettle on the floor by the back door, the cooker pulled right out and various cleaning products distributed around the room.
So she dragged me off to bed where I attempted to skin up and failed miserably (and I pride myself as someone who can skin up at night in howling wind and rain and a head full of mushrooms). I then spent the next half an hour or so waving my arms in the air and talking to myself before finally nodding off.
Ooops
