I am, at the moment, high on vicodin and dental anesthetic. It's a lovely, floaty feeling and I just cruise around the house, bumping into things and feeling giddily pleased with myself.

I understand why people become addicted to this stuff. It's kind of fun and you can excuse yourself from any responsibility for what you say or do. Hey, I'm having a wonderful time. Turn on the bubble machine!

I don't like it.

I don't like the feeling of being detached from myself, unable to make sense of what's happening, unable to connect with the world around me. It's pleasant right now, because I'm cocooned in my little computer room, and it's temporary, a result of medication for dental surgery. But I don't like the feeling of being drugged or doped up; I wouldn't want it to continue for any length of time. I'm not coherent enough at the moment to say why, but I can tell. I'll be glad to be sober.

Now let me go twirl and giggle and say idiotic things. Later, gator.