This is probably one of those things you shouldn't write about on the internet, but whatever, I am sort of delirious and it was one of my big weekend discoveries, so I am going to write about it anyway. I was in Santa Cruz this weekend, with a bunch of friends, on a quest to understand "what it's like to grow up in Santa Cruz" (we had three natives to show us around). Unfortunately, upon waking up Saturday morning, I realized that I felt like total shit and realized I seemed to have developed a cruel full-blown virus of some kind. So while my buddies were ordering mimosas at brunch, I was resisting evil egg dishes and guzzling water... and taking the Xanax that my friend offered me to help relax. I had fierce body aches and was struggling to find any kind of over-the-counter drug to help with that (ibuprofen being acceptable for headaches, but otherwise utterly unhelpful, plus it's kind of like I take it so much it doesn't do anything anymore, the way caffeine used to be for me before I gave it up). So while I whined about needing some kind of full-body relaxer, my friend busted out the Xanax, and boy did that shit do the trick. I only wish I'd had more than one, because it was really the only thing that made Saturday tolerable. (That, and I slept for like two hours at the beach, then went back to our home base and slept more, then woke up, ate dinner, and then went back to sleep. I really have no idea how all that sleep didn't cure me.) I really went to my happy place.
Lesson learned: prescription drug abuse might be a good idea.