This weekend doesn't feel like it happened. I decided to take off from work on Friday to have a much needed, weekend long, break from the "real" life. The amount of drugs and alcohol consumed this weekend...was enough to send me through enough time warps that I actually feel uncomfortable.
For example, I finally arrived back home this morning, around 9AM, after vacating it early Friday morning. After accumulating a total of approximately 6-7 hours total of sleep, and probably suffering a huge loss of serotonin, I decide it's in my best interest to get some actual sleep. I passed out in my bed around 10AM and awoke only about 20 minutes ago. It's 3PM right now, and for whatever reason, my mind is having a REAL hard time accepting that is actually the time. I feel like if someone were to ask me what time it was, I could with 100% confidence inform them that its 9PM.
I really refuse to believe that I blacked out at all through my adventure, but I can only remember large fragments of what went on throughout the weekend, and even with the memory that I do have from it, it's hard to put it all in the right order.
Strangely enough though, I'm not suffering any real physical damages to my body...or at least none that I know of. Other than the confusion going on in my head, I feel fine. No hangover. No anger or self regret. Nobody else's blood splattered on my clothes.
Overall, this weekend could be considered as a spiritual adventure. What I put in my body, was done in a safe and ambient environment. I was really able to connect with my inner self, and conclude what it is that I really want in life. I got a glimmer of true happiness...and it felt good.
Truffles out...
For example, I finally arrived back home this morning, around 9AM, after vacating it early Friday morning. After accumulating a total of approximately 6-7 hours total of sleep, and probably suffering a huge loss of serotonin, I decide it's in my best interest to get some actual sleep. I passed out in my bed around 10AM and awoke only about 20 minutes ago. It's 3PM right now, and for whatever reason, my mind is having a REAL hard time accepting that is actually the time. I feel like if someone were to ask me what time it was, I could with 100% confidence inform them that its 9PM.
I really refuse to believe that I blacked out at all through my adventure, but I can only remember large fragments of what went on throughout the weekend, and even with the memory that I do have from it, it's hard to put it all in the right order.
Strangely enough though, I'm not suffering any real physical damages to my body...or at least none that I know of. Other than the confusion going on in my head, I feel fine. No hangover. No anger or self regret. Nobody else's blood splattered on my clothes.
Overall, this weekend could be considered as a spiritual adventure. What I put in my body, was done in a safe and ambient environment. I was really able to connect with my inner self, and conclude what it is that I really want in life. I got a glimmer of true happiness...and it felt good.
Truffles out...
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niobe:
Thank you sir. 
dice:
haha! That sounds like a wild good time!