When I'm feeling a bit man fluey, I like to spend my time floating around in a smiley daze. A combination of lack of sleep, lots of sugar and various drugs ending in "...eine" or "..tab" or "...mol" help to create a nice hazy buffer between myself and the oh-so nasty real world. With a suitably psychedelic soundtrack it could almost be the 60's. Crazy times, man. Except, usually, I'm at work, trying to cling onto the desk and any semblence of reality. Woo!

Or, like now, I'm at home, paying the price for a day on over the counter uppers. I survived the comedown with Thai Chicken soup, repeated episodes of Frasier and repeated doses of Stevie Wonder, The Clash, The Flaming Lips and Spacemen 3. Grooovy.

Whoever said the drugs don't work obviously didn't get enough pseudoephedrine hypochloride.