I am home from work. I knew I was still high/hungover from the xanax when I was going to work and then I got to work and usually I am very peppy and responsive but as my boss was talking to me I just stared blankly at him and responded very slowly and contently. Then he calls me... like he does every hour and usually I talk a lot because he is Indian and there is a slight language barrier between him and I and I try and talk to make it less awkward for myself. However, when those silent moments came I rolled with them very smoothly and said absolutely nothing. I mean what really was there to say. "(Insert bosses name here), I am high on xanax I don't know what's going on. It was nice talking to you. Goodbye." Xanax does seem to have the "I don't reall give a fuck" kind of effect. I do believe that is the only recreational value it carries. It should be called the "Fuck This Shit" Drug which could wittingly be abbreviated into FTS and used in cotext as were doin some FTS tonight. Chyeaaaah Boiii! Or you could just go old school and say xannies. Whatev you prefer. But anyways that wen't offtopic. So while on the phone my boss asks me "are you okay?" My entire thought process comes to a deadening halt and i'm like oooooh shyyyttt and I'm all like think...THINK!!! Think of a reason why I am NOT high right now and I respond "I have a stuffy nose" Goood thinking there! Because stuffynoses make you slow and malresponsive. I am not one with thinking on my feet. He just responds with oh okay and we get off the phone. In the mean time I sit in my chair and try to stay awake. I am just about 98.9% asleep at this point. It is now around 7oclock and I get out at 9. I have tried to put of taking caffiene pills because I know that I have class at 9 tomorrow and I will be up half the night if I do. I sit for a little longer but I begin to doze off. I give in and take a few caffeine pills and no doubt they kick in quite fast and i'm roain to go again. My boss calls me again and I am my peppy old self and he says "Are you feeling better now?" and I say "Yes I was just a bit tired." Xanax is a bad drug to take because caring about things becomes very difficult. Sometimes I forget that people around me think that I am a normal person. My looks are incredibly deceiving.
On a different note I just left to go to the bathroom and I came into my room and it looks absolutely amazing in here. I don't think I could have a better looking room. The walls are a beautiful color, my bed is so fluffy and comfortable EVERYTHING is just perfect in here. I love it. It is my sanctuary.
Colors are beginning to meld together at this point however
and my vision is a bit grainy...kind of like i'm looking through a screen door.
On a different note I just left to go to the bathroom and I came into my room and it looks absolutely amazing in here. I don't think I could have a better looking room. The walls are a beautiful color, my bed is so fluffy and comfortable EVERYTHING is just perfect in here. I love it. It is my sanctuary.
Colors are beginning to meld together at this point however
and my vision is a bit grainy...kind of like i'm looking through a screen door.