Can't...sleep...

No matter how hard I try. I just can't. So I'll post. So the cottage weekend is coming up, and yes I'm excited, even though I'm experiencing a bout of peer pressure, which you all know, I cave in to very easily. Some previous incidents of me caving to peer pressure include throwing up in a cup (it was a game, throw-up-in-a-cup. I won), a pierced tongue (which I never really wanted, but that's the thing with peer pressure) skinny dipping, ingesting things which are not to be ingested, and many practical jokes and dares that have almost gotten me killed. So suprise, suprise when I think I've finally outgrown peer pressure, my good bad friend who shall remain nameless, is now insisting that I partake in eating "shrooms" at the cottage. Because everyone will be doing them and I'll be the only loser not doing them. I love the logic. Now, for those of you who have been with me when I smoked my first really really big joint, maybe you might remember me freaking out that the TV was on fire and that my face was falling off. Drugs and my personality simply don't mix. We are just not made for each other, which I think is a good thing. I have enough hallucinations that I have to deal with on a day to day basis without feeling the need to encourage them by eating shrooms. Especially when I'm in the woods with 40 people who will be contending to their own special trip without having to deal with mine, which will probably involve monsters behind trees. And that is without any drugs. Do you see my point? I don't need drugs, I'm on a lifelong natural acid trip that I've been trying to get off. So in conclusion, I will happily drink myself into a stupor, but I refuse to smoke, pop, eat, inhale, snort, absorb, or shoot anything for the rest of my life except for the Tylenol I will be needing for my hangovers.