My plan to be asleep by 11 tonight, and thus to miss the dreaded New Year's moment, is foiled. Drat. I'm all hopped up -- some new drug my shrink added to my cocktail -- and there's no hope for sleep without an Ambien. I've finally managed to wean myself off the damn drug (don't believe the package where it says it's not addictive) and I'm loath to start the whole process anew. Plus, I've got a ten-year-old desperate to see in the New Year. I remember what it was like to want to witness that magic moment. Unfortunately, my daughter seems to be having some kind of phantom pre-PMS and the last thing I want is to have her sleep-deprived.
What to do?
Plus, I have to prepare a talk on, get this, keeping your kids off drugs. Now that makes sense. First of all, I support total decriminaliztion. Second of all, while my drug experiences in my long-ago youth were not vast, they were certainly substantial. Third of all, I'm currently taking so many drugs that I had to order a pill case from a website humiliatingly called productsforseniors.com. I'm going to talk harm reduction, and I'm going to talk mandatory minimum drug laws, and I'm going to talk drug policy reform, and if they boo me off the stage, so be it.