In the immortal words of Sir Shaun Ryder, I've been "running round the racetrack" and then doing it all over again for the length of a respectable 24-hour party-person session. But now it's time to embrace the (criminal) law of gravity and try to soften my way down, which is really the same thing as "knowing when to fold 'em," in the immortal words of Colonel Kenny Rogers.
First, I took some PO clonidine ~0.125mg, since I've decided it really takes 1.5h to kick in to the fullest, and I washed it down with a drink of ~1.5oz of vodka (40% alc.), which I finished over the course of a half-hour.
Just now, I've hada little SL clonazepam ~0.187mg and a little SL alprazolam ~0.125mg. That's a total BZD dose roughly equivalent to ~4.5mg diazepam, according to my preferred ratio (1:15) for dose conversion between these benzos, so let's just call it 5mg.
Over the next half-hour or so, I'll be finishing off this drink which contains ~1.5oz of vodka (embarrassingly sweet and diluted in a bath of 10x more juice/pop than liquor). Then I'll probably want to take PO hydroxyzine 50mg and perhaps some PO doxylamine as well.
Then, it's time to board the monorail for The Happiest Place On Earth: Heroinland. Then, it's a beeline to my favorite ride at Black-Tar Kingdom and a photo-op with Pinny Mouse.