#drunk without drinking

[infused-muse]

Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere In another man's shoes instead of my own pair I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers Lookin' at myself in the mirror, I'm at a loss for words I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda Holding my face in my hands like fine China

[clkroboth]

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[islandgirl37]

This Guy’s Stomach Made Its Own Beer

This Guy’s Stomach Made Its Own Beer | Smart News.

This is pretty interesting. I wonder how the law on DWIs is going to treat this. If you did NOT drink anything, but your BAC is over the legal limit, do you get charged and have your life destroyed for…

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[g-rae-ted]

Drunk Without Drinking | Cassandra and Georgia

When it came to stereotypes, Georgia completely and utterly filled the role of "party girl". Every night she came home at stupid o'clock, woke up with a hangover, sorted out her face, and got on with it. Her room had that ever-present scent of weed and strong cigarettes, and where people kept diaries and books, she kept used bottles and empty bags. She was, most people assumed, a bit of a screw up, and she was fine with that, she was fine with people taking her at face value. She liked it, she liked the fact that no one was trying to get to know her on a deep and personal level. That was why she'd signed up for this, to get away from her crappy life, and live it up in everywhere else. And France, well it was pretty damn perfect for forgetting yourself in. Everything about France was a contradiction  the old with the new, the rich with the poor, the seedy with the classy. That was possibly why Georgia found it so easy to fit in there, to chat to locals and to blag her way into parties, to just generally have fun.

Some nights though, Georgia stayed at home, with her bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, smoking through them as she contemplated where she was going from here, what she was running from...it was the time when she wrote the letters that she ultimately ripped up, and put feelings to bed. In other words, if locks were allowed on doors, Georgia would be using them. Her nights in were her opportunity to get deep and meaningful with herself - personal time. And normally, Georgia would never let anyone in, in fact, she'd probably attack them on sight because she couldn't bare to let anyone see how vulnerable she could be. But there was just something about the night, and it didn't feel quite right to dive into her room and drown her sorrows, or go out and party alone. For all of her lone wolf independence, Georgia got lonely. Really lonely.

Cassandra was the polar opposite to Georgia in every way possible, and yet Georgia could definitely see some of herself in Cassandra and, she had remembered their earlier conversation, how Cassandra couldn't sleep, and how, when most were sleeping, Georgia was knocking back shots...really, it was a great idea, and Georgia could have slapped herself for not doing it sooner. And it wasn't like Cassandra's room was far. Standing in front of the door, Georgia pushed it open slightly, poking her head inside to look for the girl "you know how you said you couldn't sleep? Well I've got the perfect antidote"

[jondrowe]

Stop the world, I want to get off

Something's not right today.

All day I've been slightly dizzy. Like the feeling you get when you're a little bit tipsy. Standing up drunk, not falling down drunk. Any time I stand up, the room sways gently, and it takes a second of mental recalibration to get back on course.

But I haven't been drinking, and I'm not showing any of the fuzzy-mind symptoms of having too much to drink. If this dizziness was alcohol-related, by rights I should also be laughing to myself, or being much more withdrawn and brooding. I should be slurring my speech or something. But no, I'm just dizzy.

When I was in seminary, there was an odd virus that made the rounds at Nashotah House. For two or three days, you'd feel like you were hungover, without having had anything to drink. A case of feeling like the morning after without a night before.

Given the choice, I'll happily take drunk without drinking, rather than hangover without drinking, but it's still odd...