THIS IS MY ONE THOUSANDTH POST. I'm really very excited. Look! I blinked. That is how excited I am. The orangutan on my desk is not nearly as overflowing with anticipation as I, the opposably-thumbed author of this, the one thousandth post, am, right now, at this moment.
I must say that clonazepam wafers are much more fun than their non-melting benzo brother, alprazolam. The "wafers" are actually light little pill-shaped gizmos that feel like a bit of packing material, but when you put them on your tongue--bloorp!--they vanish into a small slick of quickly dissolving thin paste that leaves a slight numb spot.
Then my blessed GABA(A) receptors do their stuff and I don't so much float off into space as stay exactly where I am, with very little inclination to, say, flee the building as quickly as possible for reasons that are entirely unspecified but which are of exterme urgency.
And that, as is said, is not a bad thing.
Ah! Precious organ, three pound lump o'dendrites! Do enjoy your new chemical foodstuffs. 'Cause you'll be on this diet for awhile.
