Adrafinil Adventures, part two

You're probably asking yourself, "K.T., you're already cracked out enough. Do you need to be even more cracked out?"No, but who among us strictly needs anything beyond food, clothing, shelter, all in the pursuit of generic warmth? Ours is a society steeped in chemicals. We drink coffee to get up. We drink alcohol to get down. We drink coffee after we drink alcohol to really get down. Doctors prescribe ADHD drugs at the slightest sign of boredom. Mood elevators, mood downers, muscle builders, muscle restraints. Better living through chemistry.

I only drink Coke to get through work, and I've never tried an illicit drug (though I was prescribed percocet when I had all four wisdom teeth removed. Slept that entire week, it was so strong. Might as well have been opium, only without the crazy dreams.). I don't need this, but I want to try it. Besides, I think it is crazy that the active form of the drug is controlled by the DEA, but the inactive form is not yet controlled. How does that make sense? And am I hoping to be grandfathered in if/when they do start controlling it? Does this mean I need to start stockpiling? Oh, the questions.

It took me a few days to actually try it. Believe it or not, I was frightened. The blister packs weigh less than half a pound, but I could hardly lift them in my hand. I think it was W.T. that made a joke that this could kill me, that I couldn't be sure I'd even received the correct drug. But the box looked so official, the blister packs, so sealed, the packaging so... French? I can't read this. Damn it.

Threw some in my bag, and carried it with me to work. One morning, around 1000, I'd been there for a couple of hours, and was already dragging. Looked at the Coke in my hand, rummaged in my bag, popped a blister, took the pill, swallowed it. Kept on drinking the Coke. I knew that the drug would take a while to kick in, as I kept yawning and downing more coke. After about an hour, the caffeine sleepiness remained, and I thought to myself that I'd thrown more money away on a random whim (and it's a good thing that I make more than minimum wage. If I did not, I would be so screwed, because I would give up the needs to buy stupid crap).

I don't know when exactly it happened, but I noticed that the XML started to make more sense. At first, I chalked it up to familiarity with the material, having worked with it for a couple of weeks now. Then, I realized that my mind was operating on a different level. Not the blinding intensity of a good writing jag where I lose a few hours, but neither was it the barely able to operate moments peppered through my law school career.

Well, well. Hello, nurse.