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Yesterday night, I decided at some point in my Ambien riddiled mind that it would be a good idea to go out for a walk. Actually, it was kind of cool because everything was pretty and I didn't care whether anything hurt or not. At some point,
doomsey showed up to collect me and take me back home. I had probably gotten a couple of blocks or so. It's a shame...It's probably been three weeks since I've had a good walk for myself...
And yes, you don't have to lecture me on how dangerous that was.
doomsey already told me this morning. Actually, he had taken Ambien himself last night and he said that, if I was too far away and he couldn't catch up with me, he would have had to call the police to bring me back home. I wonder if they would have just dragged me home or arrested me for public intoxication or something. 
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And yes, you don't have to lecture me on how dangerous that was.
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