Poppy tea and phenibut for breakfast, zopiclone in the afternoon and a coca pick-me-up just now.
I watched this video of a guy being followed for six minutes by a pissed off cougar yesterday. The cougar came back though, later that night, in my dreams. It took the form of many large cats, haunting me all fucking night.
Eventually, I decided I WILL NOT BE A VICTIM! I picked up a rock and threw it at my felidae assailant, finally slaying the beast (now a cheetah) which had been tormenting my sleep for what felt like hours.
Suddenly, the dark, arid plains of elephant graveyard I had been trying to escape all night were replaced by my local mall. People stood around, some of whom I considered friends, looking shocked.
"What the hell did you just do?!" one guy yelled "That's Taz, the town cheetah!".
I looked down at the defeated cat, it was crying and helpless and looked so much less threatening in the light of day. I'd clocked this Taz, the friendly cheetah with a rock, and I felt fucking terrible.
"How would you like it if someone threw rocks at you?!" the angry townspeople reasoned.
I woke up from this nightmare eventually and sent a disgruntled message to a friend for not standing up for me against the cougar-cheetah or against the angry mob.
"My bad" she replied.