Can I assume that everyone here knows what Ambian is? Just in case not, it's a sleep medication and very possibly the best one you can get that doesn't require a doctor directing injecting it into your bloodstream (and then walking out the room while you die). There are however many stories of people doing things after taking it, despite being completely out of it. Stories of people wandering around, driving, trying to have sex, etc., and next to no recollection of the event. I take them on occasion, but I've never really had any of those side effects until last night.
Yesterday I helped a friend move out of his apartment, and the bastard lives in a third floor unit with no elevator so we were walking up and down flights of stairs all morning and afternoon in the Florida heat and humidity. Fun, fun, fun. Once I got home I took the wife out to shop for some costume and prop pieces. By the end of the day I was in bad shape, but lately I've had issues with sleeping past 7 AM. I wanted to make sure I got a full night's sleep so I took the Ambian around 9:30. The last thing I clearly remember was deciding to watch Sin City.
What happened next is a bit of a blur or just what I've been told happened. Apparently I could not get the PS2 disc tray to open when watching Sin City (this is officially broken PS2 #3). So I sat on the floor for 20 minutes trying to yank open the tray, or shove the disc in. There are reports of me yelling profanities at the PS2, though what actually happened was not witnesses. The only thing known for sure today is that it's lying in several pieces on the floor of the bedroom this morning.
Then came another flash of awareness. I came out and talked to my wife to let her know I wouldn't be watching Sin City because the PS2 wasn't working. At that point I sat down in the living room, and according to my credit card statement, reactivated my Netflix account. That seems like a good idea. Glad I did it.
Finally I went back into my bedroom, probably to watch NetFlix. Once again the full details are not known. What is known is that my wife came into the bedroom an hour or so later and saw me sitting in bed against some pillows, and slumped over the Wii U Pad.
Lesson to the story kids: if you want a good night's sleep, just drink wine.
I think we need an art contest for THAT mascot.
Yeah, I'm kind of glad Foolz lost out on that one.
Probably the darkest moment in the site's history.