Ambien Report
Ambien is a fickle beast. You could take it for three weeks, every night, and it might work every time. Or, you could take it once after not having it for a year, and it might not even make you drowsy. It worked just fine last night, apparently.
I awoke as usual to the sound of sweet meows and painful face-licking. Awwwww. I let the dog out to do her peepies and poopies, pilled her, and filled her dishes. Likewise the cat, then myself. After that, I put on some coffee and headed out to water the garden. Hm. Garden clogs--sandy. Huh. Pile of clothes on porch. Whoa! I weeded on Ambien!
It seems that around 2 am, certainly in the pitch dark, I felt it entirely necessary to continue clearing the sorely overgrown, vine-infested front patch. You know, the one positively filled with Virginia creeper. My gloves were apparently not involved in this project, so I expect to be covered in oozing, crusty pustulence in a few days. I can only pray that my crotch wasn't itchy last night. And drugged or not, I was quite industrious... the size of the weed pile impressed me mightily. It was as if my child were trapped underneath those deadly poisonous vines, prompting me to lift several Mack trucks with the supercharged pinky of my non-dominant hand to save her. Or, as the case may be, flirt with contact dermatitis in an amnestic haze.
Ambien is a helluva drug. The FDA will be taking it away from us very soon. We are now hoarding it.
I awoke as usual to the sound of sweet meows and painful face-licking. Awwwww. I let the dog out to do her peepies and poopies, pilled her, and filled her dishes. Likewise the cat, then myself. After that, I put on some coffee and headed out to water the garden. Hm. Garden clogs--sandy. Huh. Pile of clothes on porch. Whoa! I weeded on Ambien!
It seems that around 2 am, certainly in the pitch dark, I felt it entirely necessary to continue clearing the sorely overgrown, vine-infested front patch. You know, the one positively filled with Virginia creeper. My gloves were apparently not involved in this project, so I expect to be covered in oozing, crusty pustulence in a few days. I can only pray that my crotch wasn't itchy last night. And drugged or not, I was quite industrious... the size of the weed pile impressed me mightily. It was as if my child were trapped underneath those deadly poisonous vines, prompting me to lift several Mack trucks with the supercharged pinky of my non-dominant hand to save her. Or, as the case may be, flirt with contact dermatitis in an amnestic haze.
Ambien is a helluva drug. The FDA will be taking it away from us very soon. We are now hoarding it.