Taking Drugs for Science - Day 2

+00:04 (That means it’s 4 minutes after I swallowed the capsules)
6:00am is very early, especially when you’re unemployed and used to staying up until 4:00am each night and sleeping in until your roommate starts watching clips from live musicals on YouTube in the next room, usually between noon and 2:00pm. That’s sorta become my alarm. Except for today, when I set the real alarm on my pone to 6:30am. I had to be here at the DeWit Lab by 9:00, and it’s about a 2-hour train, train, bus ride. I tried to go to bed early, but I didn’t’ manage to actually get into bed and turn my lights out until about 2:00 last night (this morning, whatever). I woke up this morning to a fully illuminated room. I grabbed my phone, freaking out that maybe my alarm hadn’t gone off. It was 5:50am. Whew. I rolled back over and promptly fell back to sleep. I dreamed that some one who had a personal vendetta with Tom Green set up an elaborate Saw-like scenario in which a peacock entered a booby trapped warehouse and had to slaughter Tom Green’s dog in order to save its own life. Luckily, Tom arrived at the warehouse at the same time the peacock did and made the two animals make-out instead. The audience’s applause woke me up. I checked the clock again. 7:15am. Crap! This time my alarm really hadn’t gone off. I leaped out of bed and threw on some jeans, a clean but wrinkled grey shirt, and my new grey and charcoal K-Swiss! I sped-walked to the L Train. (By “sped-walked” I mean walked fast, not walked like a sped.) Luckily I somehow managed to make it to the lab at precisely 9:00am, without a minute to spare. I’m pretty tired. I kinda hope I just took an amphetamine. I could use a little pep.

+00:36
What does “bushed” mean?! The survey about my mood asks how “bushed” I feel. I feel like I should know what it means but I don’t. I just click “A Little” which is like a 2 on a scale from 1-5. “I feel a little bushed.” Does it mean hated? Like George W. Bush. Maybe bullied? Like two bigger kids throwing you in a bush. Maybe I just went down on a girl. Why don’t they just ask that? “How much do you feel like you just went down on a girl?” A little. It’s too late to ask what it means. I’ve already answered the question too many times. Oh well, I guess I’ll just keep checking “A Little” and look it up when I get home.
I’m gonna watch “10 Things I Hate About You” now.
-Julia Styles is Hot
-I miss Heath Ledger
-I missed a free Bare Naked Ladies concert this weekend. Lame.
-This guy looks so much older in Brick.
-She’s cute too. I forget her name. The Bianca girl. I don’t know which girl in this movie is cuter. I think that’s part of the reason I like it so much.

+01:08
Right now if I had to guess, I would guess alcohol. But how do they do that with capsules? Well, it is science, I guess I shouldn’t question it.

{That’s all I wrote that session, because I ended up falling asleep during 10 Things I Hate About You. When the examiners opened the door to my room I jumped up because I didn’t want them to down I was sleeping. I think I fooled them…the first time. As soon as the left I crashed again, and when they came back I was much slower pulling myself up. I felt a little crappy for the rest of the session and did terrible on the reaction time and cognitive tests. On the train ride home I could barely stay awake, and as soon as I got home I went to sleep for 4 or 5 hours}