Benadryl, Diphenhydramine HCI... You Devilish Prick...

What a vicious little beast it can be.

Like little white and pink lies, they slide down my throat. Which in it's own way, stings of irony. The lies finally regressing back south, instead of being shared with the world.

Feigned Familiarity...

All alliteration aside, it's quite catchy in it's own right.

It's how I spend a third of my waking hours. Pretending to know people on the phone. Extending a sense of comfort that most salesmen are unable to. Atleast it's entertaining, as they themselves pretend to know me initially. Somehow people feel ashamed when they don't remember someone they feel they should. I on the other hand, talk to so many people in one day, if we've not held conversation face to face for more than 12 hours combined, theres little chance I'll even ever come to grasp your name. Some would consider it shallow, but i'd like to think of it as a professional shortcoming.

Suddenly the drugs take hold. Drugs aren't something I choose to experience in the sense of recreation anymore. I don't know which way the scale leans, do I miss drugs or do drugs miss me? Not that I ever delved that deep into said carnivorous carnival, and there were some tests I forgot to conduct, but regrets on such minor situations, are like spinning about in circles, until you fall and forget why you began.

Time slows and motion blurs, I wonder how they can package such a monster in good conscience. Pfizer, manufacter of geriatric errections, chose to absorb this fine product amongst their group of well guised tablets. While they warn us not to operate heavy machinery, or steer a motor vehicle, I think it a sad and dangerous understatement.

I can barely keep my eyes working akimbo, driving is the least of my worries. A sudden rush of blood to the head warms my cheeks, and I realize this little journey must come to an end.

-Rys

p.s.- I think i might just have a story to tell tomorrow.