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2003-05-02 | 2:57 p.m.

Drugs are bad. In fact, Pro Plus + skunkweed = near death (kind of).

Last night I actually thought I was going to die. I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE. I have never ever felt that terrible in my entire life - not when I trod on a rusty nail, not when I sprained my ankle when I was about five and my parents forced me to walk around Barcelona for an entire day before they realised, not when I had stitches in my mouth - never. It was horrible. I had taken about eight Pro Plus during the day and then smoked some weed in the evening but afterwards I knew something was terribly wrong as I went completely dizzy, pale, shaky, cold, dry-mouthed, paranoid and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

I never even realised cannabis could produce such a trippy experience, but it can, and unfortunately it was a three hour ordeal for me, until I went to bed and passed out. I went and sat with the lesbians feeling terrified and cried and they looked after me and we watched the documentary on porn star Ron Jeremy, but if anything that only made it worse. But when I was feeling marginally better I went to bed, ate four large apples and thankfully passed out, waking up this morning feeling fine, but in a frame of mind feeling like I don't think I will ever smoke that stuff again.

Apart from that, I joyously got my essay finished yesterday (which is what I was taking Pro Plus for). I remember in the whole feeling-like-I-was-going-to-die experience of last night all I cared about was whether I would be well enough to go out tonight, which the lesbians informed I would be, and so I am.

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