Get off my cloud

OK so I just got up, at 5am on Friday. I thought it was 5pm on Thursday and rushed to get up thinking I'd MASSIVELY overslept and had things to do. As I sat down at the computer to get some work done I noticed the date was IN FACT Friday and I got totally spun out that I'd lost an entire day and a half. Then my flatmate popped out of his room. "Why aren't you at work?" I enquired. Well mostly it was because it was 5AM.

So I hadn't missed most of Friday as I had feared, thank fuck, however Thursday went completely missing and I'd not even drunk anything. What a headfuck. And even though it was so dark outside it still didn't click that it was 5 in the morning rather than the afternoon.

I guess I can blame Nytol and Valium for this coma, man those things are powerful.

Oh yeah, and I was smoking the green stuff. I'd not actually bought any in over a year until I quite randomly picked some up on Wednesday evening whilst on the hunt for Ketamine. Today is day 13 without alcohol and I am approaching a personal best so when I was DESPERATELY in need of a drink on Wednesday night I spent most of the evening trying to track down a bit of the horse tranquiliser as an alternative. Now hunting down class A narcotics as a substitute for the readily available alcohol I am so keen to avoid may seem entirely stupid BUT I really REALLY needed to get out of it on Wednesday and was dangerously close to hitting the bottle, which would have ruined my attempt to prove to myself that I can cut it out when needed, and would also have left me in a right state - within which I've no idea what stupidity may have occurred.

So the point was I was running around chasing after the wonky donkey, without any success as it turned out, when someone offered me some Mary Jane. Initially I declined but as I got no nearer to finding the fabled Ketamine I was so sure would consume my evening I caved in and bought a henry, thinking that ANY drug was better than NO drugs.

Got home, feeling sorry for myself, so blazed away and popped a few Nytol (I can't believe I only discovered these recently, they are AMAZING) and some Valeries so as to send me comfortably away to dreamy dream land and therefore keeping me away from the evils of alcohol.

So that was Wednesday night, now is Friday morning. That's quite a good few hours I've been out of it for. Irritatingly I have things to do today too so this early morning will have to count as the start of my day. No more Nytol, Valium or Marijuana to knock the clocks forward a few hours, just get up and deal with it time.

Incidentally the reason I was SO desperate to get obliterated on Wednesday night was, unsurprisingly, down to the lesbian. But thinking about that right now really fucking hurts still so it will have to be a post for another day. Or night.