Last night I took some Ambien. All I remember is taking it, and the time the clock read just as I went to bed. Apparantly I wrote this on microsoft word:
My hands look so strange, I look at them and think “hand” but somehow they don’t look like hands. I look at them and I don’t think, this is the meaning of hand…no I just see them on their own, pale bony appendages with splotchy patches. I mean they’re not really hands, they’re just atoms like all the rest of everything, it’s silly that they are called hands. We like to group bunches of atoms and name them, so many names. Cups, computers, hands, feet….it’s all atoms. Why must we have so many names?
Other than that, for the first time in a while I actually slept 7 hours uninterupted (though I haven't checked the house, for all I know I went on a sleepwalking rampage).