I went in yesterday to get a tooth implant. They put me under a general anaesthesic for the procedure. I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting older, or the fact my body is still tired from traveling, but that stuff hit me HARD. 

It's an odd feeling for me (one who hasn't taken drugs): I recall yesterday was a pleasant day, but I only recall bits and pieces (Max, who picked me up, told me to remember 'New Flyer" and "Compressed Natural Gas," which are the only things of certainty I recall). 

It's weird to think a little pill can make you forget so much - but even as I was not mysef, I managed to remain somewhat productive. I did some Skype chats (work-related) to continue my catch-up on all the stuff left to be done, and I made a series of phone calls to deal with personal matters. 

It's nice to know I remain somewhat productive while under the influence. I've learned it's also kinda scary to wake up at midnight with no recollection of the past eight hours - good thing I do everything digitally so there was a trail of activity. 

Now to catch up on real life...