Snorted a big line of meth 3 or 4 hours ago and had 30mg hydrocodone at the same time. Had 2mg clonazepam about 30-40 minutes ago. Injected a good amount of meth into my muscle about 5 minutes ago. A certain relative poured the big line for me to snort and said it would feel real good to snort it all at once. He knows more than I do about meth. A few weeks ago I was being all arrogant when he and another guy were telling me about different qualities of meth (they were saying the lower quality was ice and the guy who I got my first from said his was crystal and it was high quality. I thought "yeah, sure - I know a lot more about drugs than you, ice is slang for meth and it is the same as crystal. Now I don't know if ice=low quality and crystal=high quality everywhere but it seems to be what they say here. His crystal was quite a bit more expensive but the ice was low enough quality even though it looked the same that the much larger amount of it went no further, costed just as much per dose, and probably had a lot of nasty shit in it. That relative smoked some and he even named the chemical it was cut with. I thought I was a know it all about drugs. At the nut house, they had a class teaching about what drugs affect which receptors. The teacher first fucked up saying synthetic weed binds to serotonin receptors, so I corrected the idiot telling him it contained synthetic cannabinoids that act as cannabinoid receptor agonists. The fucking teacher did not seem to know what the fuck that was. They said the same thing about ketamine, so I had to tell them it was an NMDA receptor antagonist. Before this part, they were asking questions about a variety of brain receptors and shit. Most of the people here seemed intellectually normal but I kept answering it all right. They later asked whether serotonin was excitatory or inhibitory, explaining what they meant. I said serotonin was inhibitory, they told me I was wrong but what I have read suggests it can act both ways but is more inhibitory. Fucking idiots. In the drug class, they asked what the 3 main categories of drugs were. It sounded weird, only 3 categories, but I said stimulants, depressants, and hallucinogens-the teacher of the idiot class would not have known what the hell a psychedelic was. Wrong answer, they wanted the list Alcohol, street drugs, and prescription drugs. And they wondered why a majority of patients signed up for that class chose to skip it. It was a mental institution, not a home or school for the intellectually challenged. A majority of patients had severe depression due to Major Depressive Disorder or Bipolar Disorder. One person was really manic and delusional - he asked me if I was God and I said no. Then he asked if I was an alien. I thought he was joking and I said I might be (I have actually had the feeling that I was different and did not belong since I was five years old but I was like 8 before I started to think I was just an experiment or part alien. I actually still feel like an alien that doesn't belong on this world but normally it is in a metaphorical sense. I have had several dreams and a DXM trip suggesting that genocidal aliens are coming to wipe us out and expand their presence and I was given an arrival year of 2028 if they do not alter speed or anything. For a couple of days after that trip I felt like maybe the aliens had made some modifications to my DNA and I kept thinking various weird things about me (always feeling too hot if it is warmer than 60-70deg and being very insensitive to cold, being insensitive to most drugs, being interested in unusual things, having extreme difficulty ending my life, and having no desire for sex for example) were evidence of having alien DNA. I thought my abnormal sleep cycle (going to bed between 3:00AM and 8:00AM with no ability to reset it to normal) was evidence that the aliens were nocturnal and possibly from a planet with a day of a different length. But then I regained my senses and went back to the conclusion that I am just a typical mental freak.) Damn, I got derailed. That guy was being serious and he would sometimes ask people weird questions and seemed to think he had super powers. I think he was manic because he seemed euphoric and often he would be more normal in communication.
Here is something really fucked up they ask during admission to the looney bin that could get some people to try something dangerous: They will ask if you have done PCP. That is all fine and well. Another thing they'll ask is if you have ever tried embalming fluid (we know that is slang for PCP). I knew what it really was, but I decided to play ignorant here since I was already asked about PCP. I say embalming fluid? What is that? The woman's answer was formaldehyde. I wonder how many people being admitted to mental hospitals that ask about both of those have decided to get high on formaldehyde? I'm sure if nobody has yet, they will. The fact they list PCP and embalming fluid as separate drugs will probably make some people try formaldehyde because someone they'd see as knowledgeable asked that.
Damn, I started off by talking about being arrogant and thinking people who know a lot more than me about meth were talking out their asses because I know so much about so many other drugs including a large number of things you can't get high on and then ended up going on and on about how fucking little mental hospitals know about drugs. Also that thing about aliens and shit. Gonna do something else. Maybe more drugs.
Update, a few minutes later: More drugs it is! 30mg hydrocodone+3.5mg alprazolam+ 50mg diphenhydramine and 600mg cimetidine to potentiate
Gonna smoke what is left of the meth in my pipe
Update again, hours later: Snorted a line of the relative's brown meth, smoked some of my high purity meth, had 2mg alprazolam, and 30mg more hydrocodone.