Having a few drinks, swallowing half a bar, and going to some sort of half-assed fetish show at what used to be a gay club makes for an interesting nights. There's plenty of eye candy, which is good because the Xanax turned me in a slow-moving automaton. Not that this was a bad thing at all. I was quite detached from my surroundings, and everyone except whatever half- or mostly-naked women were on stage at the time seemed like a blank shell of a human being, a cardboard cut-out with a drink in their hand. Quite an interesting experience, and the first I've had with the aforementioned pill that didn't just make me want to fall asleep within a couple hours.

In other news, the new Unleashed album is fuckin' great.