It's probably a good thing I don't have a ready supply of prescription narcotics at my disposal or the knowledge of how to get a ready supply at my disposal. I can, without hesisation, tell you I would be a prescription pill addict if this were to be the case.
I heart Gravol. Like I mean I really, really love it. I love the wave of drowsiness that overcomes me when I take a couple of Gravols. I love the way I sleep completely soundly on the nights I take one. And if you know me at all, you know how much I love to sleep.
What I don't like is the Gravol hangover you have for the entire next day. But like any good pill popper I find the justification in still taking them. I do my best not to take them during the week because I know how difficult it will be to get up and motivated the next working day. But I love the comfort in knowing there is a supply in my nightside table drawer should I need one. I know, I know, lame.
Yesterday I had to replenish my supply and found 100 mg caplets. Normally I only buy the 50 mg ones. I found this very exciting (like a true closet addict) and bought this box. Eric asked if he could have one (normally I don't share my pills) but I was feeling so proud (and like the neighbourhood drug dealer trying to convince him of how wonderful they were) I gave him one. We slept til 11 a.m. today. That's unheard of for Eric! I stayed awake for an hour watching It's Always Sunny in Philidelphia and then I went back to sleep for 2 more hours. What a waste of a day. I'm never doing Gravol again.
Who am I kidding? I can hardly wait 'til next Friday night.