Last night, I wanted to stay in, relax and not worry about going anywhere. I still was going to snort baking soda no matter what (because of withdrawals,) or at least I thought I was. When I was all set and ready to go and ate my dinner of stale bread and well water, I ventured to my bedroom to get my stash. However, when I got there my heart sank to my feet and my heart felt like it was going to explode... I was all out of Baking Soda. My mind raced with anxiety and encroaching withdrawals, I started to panic. I knew that I wasn't going to find anything but I irrationally searched everywhere. I could feel the withdrawal symptoms setting in: random flailing of my arms, figments of Diane Feinstein whistling at me from different rooms and as soon as I would turn to look at her she would duck back out of sight, and I would also hear random knocks coming from weird places around my house. On my last leg, I found my self in the laundry room. I was convinced I would find some baking soda there. I didn't but out of the corner of my eye I noticed a box of Rinso Heavy Duty detergent. I was so desperate to feel something and satiate my cravings. I ferociously grabbed the box and started snorting the detergent. 

I felt a giant invisible hand blow the withdrawals away. I think it was Diane Feinstein. Or maybe Shaggy from Scooby Doo. I already like this detergent more then the baking soda, it makes me feel more like a cartoon character then baking soda. I feel a fantasy world forming out me. I hear cartoon characters having conversations about the complex intricacies of the 16th century agricultural revolution of Albania and the 50 years of civil strife and discourse that came after it. I AM GOING TO DO MORE.