Saturday night I enjoyed the effects of a hallucinogenic, a research chemical called 2C-I. It's sort of like psychedelic MDMA in some ways, but without the goofball feelings of indiscriminate camaraderie. This drug is apparently gaining popularity as a dance drug at the expense of Ecstasy, but having taken it I don't think I'd really enjoy it in that setting. I did, however, have some great conversations with a friend, conversations that were both lucid and hysterical, especially after we spent a mysterious amount of time staring fixedly at a troublingly-posed Bill the Cat stuffed animal. Bill is scary even when you're of sound mind. The music of Mouse On Mars produced some extremely entertaining and vividly colorful abstract animations on my inner eyelids. At 5 AM we went for a walk and talked about intentionality, speech acts, and the nature of premeditation, and also pointed at things and giggled. It can be a lot of fun to trick your brain into letting you have fun once in a while. Of course I'll sure have egg on my face in ten years when this drug is discovered to cause irreversible dementia. How embarrassing!