More musing on the subject of my experimentation

So imbibing this potent potable, even at less than 2 or 3 mL at a time, late at night, results in a somewhat subtly woozy morning, and a funny dryness in the mouth. (And I can't spell already! At least I finished my homework earlier.) I do not think that I would be able to overdose myself on it in fun; if I were to do so it would be to bring out the sorrows, to blind myself from pain, to blow away all fears. And in that moment of freedom, nothing would trouble me but myself. I would have the will to speak freely of my troubles and pains. And I would not be alone; I would be in the company of memory.