So today was the Iron Bowl, that legendary yearly football brawl between cross-state arch-rivals UA and Auburn. It is unquestionably the most sacred day in the state of Alabama, and accordingly, not one person in this town is sober tonight ... because the Crimson Tide, as usual, kicked Auburn's pathetic redneck ASS!! We've cemented our position as the #1 team in the nation (yet again), and claimed our ticket to the SEC final and then the fuckin' BCS National Championship and our 16th National Title! ... nbd of course. Business as usual.
Everyone at this particular game-watching party was fulfilling their obligation as citizens of the Bama Nation to get blind drunk before the second quarter; I don't drink, but I more than made up for it with fat lines of MXE and some damn fine meth. Even with my stupid unshakable amphetamine and NMDA-antagonist tolerances, the wibbly limbs and strobe-light vision and happy confusion of MXE had me fitting right in among the lushes, and the meth--even snorted, even after a week of daily abuse--nudged me right back up to my gregarious and witty IV meth high from earlier today.
I shared the goods, everyone got well fucked up, the Tide slaughtered the Tigers and we got even fuckeder up. But by 1 a.m. the vibe was getting pretty old, so I walked back to my apartment and, already feeling tired and achy from the revelry, impulsively prepped a shot of H (yes mom, i still used a new rig and bacteriostatic water and a micron filter even though i was in a hurry and not about to deal with that scale bullshit) for a quiet evening in bed. Shot up clean, got the flush of heat across my body and metallic tang in the throat--but just kept rising!
So yeah, the last few hours have been beautiful and a little hilarious--nodded at my desk for a good ten minutes trying to put my meds into the weekly pill minder; built a cozy fort out of the pillows and blankets in my bedroom and stocked it with only the most important things in my life (laptop, headphones, mflb w/ power adapter, carmex lip balm, a 2-liter osprey hydration bladder of cold,
cold, effortlessly drinkable water), with plans to never move from the spot; got the heroin munchies hardcore and left the spot and brought a box of dry cheerios, squares of extra-dark chocolate, and a big 'le thing of swedish fish back to my den. And now, with my every attempt at browsing or commenting on bluelight or reddit thwarted by the nod, here I am, finally finishing one single post before the blissful hypnagogic haze gets me again. On that note, I'm off to close my eyes intentionally now. Y'all stay safe, happy and high

oh and
ROLL MOTHERFUCKIN' TIDE!
tl;dr-- meth, mxe, heroin, cannabis, & alabama football got this lady high af