Last night I slammed two Lortab and a Soma at 11:30pm. At 11:45 I turned on my sleepy-time music (Vangelis Oceanic) and climbed into bed. I looked at the clock and thought “it’s been almost twenty minutes… where’s the brick?”
You know, the brick that is supposed to hit me, letting me know the drugs are starting to work? THAT brick.
11:46pm — I look back at the clock, still no brick.
6:45am — I wake up wondering what time I got hit by the brick. I never even saw it coming.
And now, the good news: Sandra said at one point I rolled over onto my right side. Since I don’t remember waking up screaming, I must have slept through it.