January 3, 2006
I swallow a horse pill multivitamin and Ripped Fuels, knowing well to expect nausea and jitteriness, in that order. My legs feel squishy when I sit, like thick putty. When I stand, the hamstring is rock hard. I'm drinking tons of water, skipping coffee and skimming drawers for a stray Antioxidant teabag. My blood feels contaminated, but a rush is brewing. I want to be at my best when it fully hits and spreads. The methods I'm using to purify are somewhat mentally satisfying, but the body is trying to figure out why the hell I think shit would work.