Final psychedelic experiences with my ex-girlfriend "A" (she didn't take anything this time). I was trying out some new LSD I got -- a sheet of dark grey blotter that was much weaker than the last stuff. I was trying it one hit at a time, and had brought a gram or so of shrooms with me as a backup.
11:30a Took 2 hits
12:39p Started journal.
12:42p
12:40p keep smelling this odd chemical smell. 'A' has a headache and a bellyache.
12:58p no noticeable changes
1:01p my shirt looks stippled
1:08p hungry
1:32p little chilly -- still no real visuals
1:36p visuals coming on slowly ... have to work hard at them... too much light?
1:37p turned lights off
1:41p took hit #5 -- still not much happening ... small visuals on the stucco ceiling, wooden kitchen cupboards and marble floor border... flickering light sort of distortions
1:44p still chilly
1:52p think I heard some audial distortions on the radio commercial
2:02p things loosening up a bit finally ... getting darker out
2:14p we're going to have some ravioli ... nope ... rigatoni of beefaroni
2:53p ate, watched some simpsons and 'A' went back to bed
2:55p getting pastels (drew a leaf)
3:22p things still mild
4:16p still mild ...
4:38p cleaned up pastels
4:40p took some shrooms (2g?) and some chocolate
5:18p did the dishes ... there's so many things that need to be learned and taught -- I felt very Zen Buddhist while washing the dishes
6:03p noticed that there are an awful high number of children's toy commercials
Sometime after this we watched the TV series American Dreams, and I came to the realization that American Football was essentially basic military training, and this was why it was so glorified and rewarding... young men were being trained to be good soldiers. Did the parents realize this?