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Pseudoephedrine High
Sep. 29th, 2006 11:18 amThe persistant headache I've had for a week seems to have met it's match in the Sudafed. The downside, or I suppose upside, is that I'm now high as a kite at work.
And words look very, very strange to me right now.
There should really be more to this post, but I keep spelling things wrong, so I'm just gonna sit back a little and watch.
ETA: Somehwere in the background,the sales reps (who already behave like a first year cultural anthro case study waiting to happen) are talking about someone's yam. I have the irresistable urge to tell them that they can't get status through their yams, but they would very much not get it. Why is life always more surreal when your senses are already fucked up?
I need some good fic. Preferably mind altered fic. There should be more of it. Maybe.
And words look very, very strange to me right now.
There should really be more to this post, but I keep spelling things wrong, so I'm just gonna sit back a little and watch.
ETA: Somehwere in the background,the sales reps (who already behave like a first year cultural anthro case study waiting to happen) are talking about someone's yam. I have the irresistable urge to tell them that they can't get status through their yams, but they would very much not get it. Why is life always more surreal when your senses are already fucked up?
I need some good fic. Preferably mind altered fic. There should be more of it. Maybe.
