As can be expected, the high from three hours ago has worn off completely. I'm left feeling...odd. Like there's a marching band playing inside my head or like steam locomotives are running through my arteries. Like my fingernails are burnt matchsticks and if I blow on them, they'll glow orange and die. Like there are a million tiny Christmas lights behind my eyelids.

Mmm. I think I'm going to go with the locomotives in the arteries--that's what most closely represents how I feel right now.

No, I'm not on drugs. Hi, Mom.