so you're copy editing and you've been staring at a sentence for fifteen minutes and you feel that it must be capable of expression in standard english but you give it up and pop an ambien and try to sleep. but then the correct phrasing hits you as you start zoning out, and it slots in just right, and here you are feeling kind of woozy but happy and awake and little inclined to sleep. if i take more ambien i'll just start hallucinating and laying weird memory gaps. if i smoke some weed i'll feel terriffic but won't be able to function -- my birthday, that cocktail, lotsa teqila -- long story short i wake up bleeding from the face in some artist's studio in highand fucking park. name was cory or skyler or something. hm. i don't think i can get another one of those going through sheer force of will. i could just...llie down and think pleasant thoughts