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The party had slowed down by now, we had brought everything downstairs and cleaned up. A good number of them decided they were going to go for a bar crawl, but I was feeling socially drained and decided to leave. '''[Disclaimer: I do not condone driving while | The party had slowed down by now, we had brought everything downstairs and cleaned up. A good number of them decided they were going to go for a bar crawl, but I was feeling socially drained and decided to leave. '''[Disclaimer: I do not condone driving while in a state of any kind of inebriation, please drive sober.]''' I drove to β's house, they had messaged me and said that they wanted to smoke me out. Still clear headed, but a little bit impaired. I was missing random bits of information, like spelling things wrong without realising it, or saying the wrong word without realising it. I arrived, we smoked two joints while walking around a park nearby. | ||
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I got back home between 23:00 and 00:00. The rest of the peak is pretty nondescript, except for a couple occurrences of intensity. At one point I was listening to “When We Were Young” by Dillon Francis, and I felt spontaneously extremely sentimental towards someone I had recently been involved with. I was inspired to write, and delivered a very powerful (in my opinion) poem about it. While doing this I felt very intense surges of emotion, they almost inhibited my ability to write coherent sentences. The second, more concerning instance, was when my vision spontaneously improved. I noticed it around 1:30, suddenly I was unable to read things on my monitor clearly, even with my glasses on. I started to freak out a little bit, not sure why this was happening, and finally I took off my glasses and was shocked to find that as soon as they were off my vision was fine. Text was crystal clear. It seemed to me as though my poor vision had been rectified. A little worried about this, I didn't do anything, I just left my glasses off until sleep. | I got back home between 23:00 and 00:00. The rest of the peak is pretty nondescript, except for a couple occurrences of intensity. At one point I was listening to “When We Were Young” by Dillon Francis, and I felt spontaneously extremely sentimental towards someone I had recently been involved with. I was inspired to write, and delivered a very powerful (in my opinion) poem about it. While doing this I felt very intense surges of emotion, they almost inhibited my ability to write coherent sentences. The second, more concerning instance, was when my vision spontaneously improved. I noticed it around 1:30, suddenly I was unable to read things on my monitor clearly, even with my glasses on. I started to freak out a little bit, not sure why this was happening, and finally I took off my glasses and was shocked to find that as soon as they were off my vision was fine. Text was crystal clear. It seemed to me as though my poor vision had been rectified. A little worried about this, I didn't do anything, I just left my glasses off until sleep. | ||
==Afterthoughts== | ==Afterthoughts== |