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Monday, September 22, 2008

ISSUE ZERO: ChemicalRobotiks: I'm Not Trying To Die, I Promise

Thinking back on this weekend it's hard to believe I am even able to write this. You know when you think back on something you did, and all that keeps popping into your head is "why did I think this was a good idea" I am sure everyone has been there at least once in their life. This past weekend was no exception.

Friday Night:
Some friends and I find our selves on the rooftop of another friends house. As usual we are drinking so right there there should have been a red flag in my head like "hey asshole, its dark, you're drunk, and running around on a roof with untied shoes, do you really think this is such a great idea" Of course, that flag was never raised but the bar for stupidity sure was as we began jumping from roof to roof, drunk, at night. Not the brightest thing in the world but no one was hurt

Saturday:
I woke up at the crack of noon, feeling shitty, as I often do on Saturdays. I had plans that evening so it totally pissed me off to find that I had a head cold and felt sick as fuck. Rather than sitting this one out and taking a day off to recover I instead go to the convenience store, buy a bunch of cold pills(Dayquil Nyquil double pack)and start popping. As I wait for the meds to kick in a begin my trek to the house. half way through I am dizzy as fuck but there is no stopping at this point. I get to the house, try to be social, and chill out with some malt liquor. I take a few more of the cold pills because the other ones seemed to do nothing and 4-5 Zantac for my now over powering heartburn. An hour or two passes and I am now all over the place, but decide to try and sit still so no one notices how fucked I am. I remembered that Ursa Mega gave me a bunch of caffeine pills a few days before so I figure eating a bunch of those should straighten me out...nope. So in the end I must have taken 8 dayquil, 2 nyquil, 4-5 zantac, 4 caffeine pills, and all washed down with 80 oz of malt liquor, yum. Even typing this now I cant seem to understand how I thought this would fix my cold or how it could seem like a good idea. Fuck it

Effects of the pill and booze cocktail:
I couldnt think straight at all. I also couldnt form proper sentence and was sluring badly. I had very bad shakes through out my body and tunnel vison. I watched a woman talk and everything around her faded to black. There was no more depth and her hair was golden. Her voice sounded like buzzing noises and I had trouble making out what she was saying. she was outlines in light even though the room was dark. I had trouble with everything but started talking for some reason. I dont know what I was talking about but I could tell it was making her nervous. I stopped talking, left the room and laid on the couch until the sun came up, then I went home.

Was the weekend fun, yep. Were these all good decisions, not by a long shot. Next time I guess I'll think more

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