Ambiyum!

The brooding Lady Pharmacist at the Rite-Aid gave me 30 Ambiens when she was supposed to give me 10!

Ambien is my fave pill. I think that might mean I’m getting old. Because my fave pill used to be Dexedrine.

But it’s not because I love sleep. I fucking hate sleep. What a waste of time.

What I love is The Golden Hour. Do you know The Golden Hour? Haloed lights, extra-long arms and legs and fingers, and everything is fascinating. You find yourself standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and thinking, Oh my God. This water… is like… water. You find yourself taking an extremely long shower. And sex is very, very, very confusing. But also sort of interesting! Etc.

Thirty Ambiens means sixty lovely evenings, because The Golden Hour actually gets longer when you snap them in half. A teacupful of Maker’s Mark is a nice accompaniment.

Eventually, you sleep. And you don’t even have to lie around trying, like usual. The Ambien just swoops in and shows you who’s boss. So: perfect!

by Pistol Whip | 19 October 2007 | love | Comments