I’ve become so much more confident. I work a room like wham. I flirt like Captain Kirk. I talk dirty like holy shit, like R. Lee Ermey’s audition tape, minutes solid without repeating myself. Which is great, because that’s practically the only way I can orgasm anymore. Even my reliable fetishes (girls wetting themselves or pissing outside, I think it’s the old flesh/spirit thing) don’t work anymore.
I drink straight liquor, which I never did before, like a lot of it, but I carry it well.
I black out sometimes or grey out and run on pure id and I’m quite charming to myself and others.
I fall asleep easily, have pettily realistic shallow dreams. Worthless sub sub sub us stuff and then I wake up and between the drunk and that it’s not clear what really went down.
My farts smell like pure evil, oh god.
I don’t have a cutoff level for sleep anymore. I’ll sleep 5 hours and pee, 8 hours and get a drink and slump back down, 10 hours and it’s a comfy bed, 12 hours and pee and holy shit I just slept 14 hours. I got into this for a long insomnia thing so maybe it’s just a large but finite deficit but let’s see.
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