Ethylphenidate today was one of the best experiences of my life, an early morning sesh of ~200mg resulted in ultra productivity, cleaning, researching for my phd, a long walk, writing songs on my guitar were all beautifully simplistic in a gliding on air, flowing sort of sense.
However, suddenly, around the 1pm mark, palms exuded sweat, palpitations occurred, and my gait and balance were affected.
Following cessation of the regular bumps/keys, this died down into a blissful, almost MDMA come down state. Which, unfortunately was lost within 15 minutes due to the lack of company and a hyperawareness of pulse. 5 Etizolam and a bottle of 2002 merlot ( I don't know anything apart from how fucking tasty it was, I'm a wine philistine, my mate is a generous wine expert) soon got me back to ground; regularly and literally due to the wine Etizolam combo....
Following this was a wonderfully bizarre meal with my ex girlfriend/current (temporary) cohabiter, comprising deriding our post relationship flings, while drinking heavily. Post starter, pre main, I headed to the toilet. 250ish mgs left probably... I know! I'll line up a 100 and put the rest in a bomb for when I get home! Sniff sniff, back to the table, dinner was incredible, post dinner scotch was had, then home.
K cider, single can, first gulp also took down that 150mg bomb. The 100mg line was just hinting at a peak. This was 11.
This ramble may indicate how affected/intoxicated I am now. Dyou know what, maybe even downright fucked.
But it was a fucking fantastic day.
Now, Etizolam, k cider, more bl, then bed I reckon. And I'll review this a probably pad it out into a trip report haha! Fucking stims, I could write all night!