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Having a scattered, seedy sunday dealing with an acid hangover. I always feel so strange the day after tripping, all askew and not-quite-right. Had a really nice trip last night, didn't expect it to be as good as it was, but the ever elusive magic of acid took me on a highly visual, emotional, and comfortably spiritual trip. Fun. Although, I did feel a little bad, as my lovely man didn't trip nearly as hard as me, and called it a night long before I'd finished tripping bawwwls.
So after a night of dancing with the sky, giggling until my tummy ached, being fucked by music, and watching my hands make beautiful trails above my head, I took some diazepam to try to sleep, and it did what it was supposed to; relaxed and zoned me the fuck out. My brain, however, was still telling me to live this trip, so I lay in bed for ages, zoned and sleepy, but still watching the ceiling rhythmically move above me... (and trying not to be swallowed by the beauty of it). I think in the end I got a few hours sleep, after still vividly tripping at around 4am.
So now I have this psychedelic hangover to deal with, all alone at home, with all my many racing thoughts. Have taken a little more diazepam to chill out. Hope I can get an early night and be in an alright frame of mind for work tomorrow. Sometimes I wish acid trips like that didn't have to end. I was much more comfortable last night. Wish I had the company of my loving man right now, I could do with a hug...