And the laughing gas is a gift that just keeps on giving. There was James Taylor again, singing several songs in the course of my visit. He is the 'easy listening' go-to guy, apparently.
I probably wasn't fit to drive home, but being high like I was, I was sure I was okay behind the wheel. No driving mishaps, but upon getting home, I napped. And napped. And slept. Right through dinner time. So heavy...you are getting sleepy...very sleepy. I couldn't shake it, so I gave in. What choice did I have?
Woke up at midnight and watched a recorded episode of Breaking Bad. That show really really got dark. Last time I watched I said to myself, "no more." It was too gruesome. But in my haze last night, I watched 75 minutes. Walt needs to hurry up and die.
This morning, finally, I feel as if I have a clear head. Or as clear as it's gonna get. Whew.