It is time to record another experience in the wonderful world of Robitussin -- actually this time I used Kroger's generic Tussin DM, which was on sale for $1.40 a bottle. So it seemed that it was meant to be. Tony drank tussin with me -- we each did about four oz. I later consumed about three more. This was a mistake.

I ended up at David's, where I danced uncontrollably -- before things took a turn for the worse -- to the Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique. I ceased to distinguish between myself and the music....

My body knew the dose was too much, so it ejected the contents from my stomach forcibly onto David's floor. I went thru Hell. I was reduced to the most miserable state. I thought, "This experience is unredeemable." Amazing, no? Four weeks ago, almost to the day, I had the experience which redeems all pain and suffering. And now I've had the experience which makes all pleasure worthless.

I spent maybe an hour, maybe more, in front of David's toilet. There were vomit stains on my shirt, vomit flecks all over my face. My eyes were full of nothing. I was trapped in a spinning hell which occasionally resolved itself into the grinding of porcelain against my forehead.

Either David believed me to be insensate, or he didn't care, but he acted without compassion and was very annoyed. I don't think he realized that he prolonged my nausea with his behavior. More to the point, I don't think he realized that this produced hostile feelings (on my part) which may well result in an undesirable situation for him at some future time. It taught me plenty though. Humility. Compassion. Missy finally came in and helped me to a place where I could lie down, and I appreciated that. I must do something nice in return.

Goddam. This weekend has been one of frenetic mental activity, due in large part to the tussin, I suppose.

I'm having difficulty sorting it all out into stuff I want to record and stuff I don't.

Kris and I got high together Thursday night. David, Kevin and I got high together Wednesday night. What a week for chemicals!

I only made it to one class all week. Ah, but it was worth it. Glory -- mitigated only by boredom and terror.

I introduced Kris to David. The resultant interaction has been fascinating.

David repeatedly sprayed the bathroom and me with Lysol. When Kris came back from Collins, he showed her into the bathroom and said, "What do you do with something like THAT?" At one point he said to me, "I'm not going to rebuke you. What you're suffering now is rebuke enough. But you will help me repair the damage to my carpet with your time and money. I predict it." Fat chance. Talk about a self-invalidating prophecy. But I've seen David twice since then and he hasn't commented. I think his irritation about the inconvenience got the better of him....