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I agree that the writing of this piece is particularly gag-worthy and self-involved (alas! what's a fast-lane gorgesso whip-smart-yet-vulnerable girl to do?). Ach.
And I agree that one must--in the best of all possible worlds populated with well-adjusted, high-on-life types--always follow one's prescriptions to the letter and heed the cautions.
However.
Ambien-cum-alcohol is a weirdly compelling combo, which I explored briefly in an insomniac period. I stopped when, one night, unable to fall asleep despite the mixture, I started hallucinating. My computer screen started doing weird stuff, and when I glanced down at the yellow pages on the floor of my home office, I saw that the little insurance salespeople on the back cover ad were waving at me. Hey! How ya doin'? I wasn't scared, just fascinated.
I stopped mixing my drugs then and there. For what it's worth (not much, I know).
