S described my tone the day after taking the drugs, and the accident with no further dosing as it being 'not me at all'. After B had consumed some, we decided we'd venture off with my car to the cemetery. Apparently, my driving on the bike path was previously and immediately reported. But at that time I couldn't understand it, I couldn't understand anything eccept that I wanted more beer and that I wanted to sit down and smoke a cigarette. Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
We're an educational non-profit working to provide a balanced, honest look at psychoactive drugs and drug use--to reduce harms, improve benefits, and support appropriate policies. I'm feeling pretty high off of the marijuana. I plan on taking a shower to refresh myself for the night ahead. I've still got a nice weed buzz going and my eyes are a little red still.
I'm getting ready to dose here in about fifteen minutes. I took two 1mg pills, one solid and one broken in half. I also took an additional half of a 1mg pill. Not that bad of a pill taste really, kind of a light bitterness in the back of the throat when drinking iced tea. I've tasted much worse pills. Getting my usual pre-buzz jitters, especially since it's the first time I've tried this drug.
I have, however, tried a few opiates Methadose 20mg tablets and benzos Valium, Xanax. I'd like to take the time to tell you a little about myself. I am nineteen years old and weight approximately Lbs, at 5'11'. I have been smoking marijuana daily for the past seven years of my life. I experimented with acid when I was fifteen, went on an E binge between and then went back to bud.
I occasionally pop Valium, Xanax and Vicodin whenever it is available to me. When I found out that I could get Klonopin, I jumped at the chance to try a new drug. I'm going to finish watching this movie which should end in about thirty minutes or so. I might as well, since I doubt the affects around going to hit me for a little while.
I ate somewhat of a big dinner about two hours ago and I still feel a little bit of it churning down there. Yeah, I'm smoking my bowl. I figured I'd waste some of the goodness because I plan on getting messed up tonight. I'm about to kick back, check out a few websites and check back here in a few minutes. Most likely from my excellent weed buzz, but the Klonopins might be kicking in. My head feels a little spaced out, the keys feel a little more difficult to hit and I find myself stopping in mid-thought and then resume as if nothing happened.
My vision seems a little spacy and it's getting harder to focus on objects, I'm also getting a little bit more tired. That might just because it's the end of the day and I'm getting naturally tired, I'm not too sure. It is difficult walking around the room, I kept wanting to lean on things and at times my legs felt weak. I'm about to play a video game for a minute or so since I have nothing better to do at the moment.
The keys are getting very difficult to hit properly. I kind of like this drug since I haven't smoked a cigarette in over an hour. As time went on, I found that I thoroughly enjoyed any type of motion - specifically in my legs. I was, for the most part, stationary at a drafting table this whole time. After approximately 15 minutes, I decided to take a break to move around the room, and immediately realized that I was far more influenced than I previously thought.
I had a slight buzz going from the 40, but aside from that, my mind was fully there. On the other hand, my body was doing its own thing. This hit me almost instantly, I was loopy, reveling in a much more intense version of the soma shakes. I stopped keeping track of time at this point, but not too long after the last line, we packed a couple bongs and finished them off in short order.
My mind was in a warm, fuzzy place, but at the same time I was still thinking very clearly. I was able to buckle down and control my motor skills enough to do more work on the painting, with no mistakes. I went to bed at around 1: I overslept for my class in the morning, but that was more a product of not caring enough to get up. I didn't feel at all groggy.