I went out dancing Friday night. Before we headed out of town, I shared a Red Line with a friend. Bad idea. That shit is like bad bad bad crack. I didn't sleep that night, at all. I tried to take a nap the next day, not happening. My body was tired, but my brain was awake. Then I went out dancing a gain on Saturday. I felt a bit better and slept for a few hours. That stuff really messed me up. Never again. Blech.