Oh no, it doesn’t feel good. If the clinic were open I would demand they let me in and I’m half-tempted to go to the ER - except I’m not sure what they could do. So I’ll sit in this golden velvet chair and continue to wonder if this is what it feels like to be stoned.
My feet are tingly. My head is in a really big, fluffy cloud and sometimes it’s on a ship. I’m also pretty sure my eyes are not attached to my head. And I probably shouldn’t have been driving tonight, because it took far to long to decide if the truck next to me was moving.
Uffda (which is basically Norwegian for holy shit).