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Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield

Indeed. I had half of a psychoactive chocolate chip cookie around 10:30 or 11:00 last night. Nothing happened for the first hour, and I wound up falling asleep. 3:00 rolls around and I have to run downstairs to have a piss (the tile in the bathroom reflects sound and wakes the wife, so I try to do the late urination downstairs). Anyway, I was ambling about the kitchen and decided to read the morning's to do list. This was difficult, and for a moment, I was totally confused (also wondering why or how I came to be holding a Vitamin water I'd taken from the garage, but hadn't recalled picking up). Then it struck me. Yes, the cookie had worked.

I promptly ate a Snicker's from the remaining Halloween candy and some horseradish cheese. This gave me terrible heartburn around 4:00. I woke up once more, went down to the kitchen and had a Rolaid. All was good once more (except for the knowing, judgmental glares of the Maine Coon cat... astride the kitchen island, he gave me the usual stare: You're a dim creature. And you're wearing your wife's sweatpants again... Get your own, you cheap son of a bitch.)

It is trying living this life, but trust me, you will get through that 18 y.o. scotch. You'll grit through the occasional cork remnants and damnit, you will like it.

I'm not sure if I find this intriguing or terrifying.....and that's coming from someone who did last call 3 nights in a row in DC last week.