Thursday, August 30 2012
This morning I woke up at around 5:30am, which I have been doing a lot lately. Sometimes my solution to this is to get up and start doing things. After all, I have a lot of things I need to be doing and it doesn't matter much what time of day I do them. Other times I take an ambien, which makes sleep a certainty in the near future. But when I take an ambien, I don't just go lie down in the bed and wait for it to kick in. I like to stay up and putter around and feel its effects as it progressively shuts down various parts of my brain. A week or so ago I'd taken one before watching an episode of Breaking Bad, and at a certain point I'd felt like my life's trajectory had merged with the action on the screen (in a claustrophobic, tied-to-the-radiator kind of way). But my memory of that episode hadn't been good and I'd had to watch it again the next day.
Early this morning I took an ambien and then tried to peck my way through an entry in this, my online journal. But at a certain point I couldn't reliably hit keys on the keyboard, and I found myself spending ever-increasing amounts of time hitting backspace and then retyping. At a certain point my progress had come to a complete standstill and I was forced to head off to bed.
I woke up later today nicely rested and proceeded to crank out more work on this web development project that has been bedeviling me all summer. In addition to ambien (to ensure my rest), this afternoon I enlisted another drug to help me with my work: pseudoephedrine. Ultimately, though, pseudoephedrine is just an excuse to drink booze, since there is no other way to effectively sedate that hyperactive dragon you start feeling in your upper arms and lower back. Indeed, I do not think it is possible to recreationally enjoy pseudoephedrine without tempering it with alcohol.
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