Freak Outs And Hot Pink Pills

Last trip I took was to Vegas early last year. I had a freak out on the way to the airport because I had forgotten to bring the Benadryl. I broke out into a sweat and started yelling erratically. My boyfriend can attest to that. But you have to understand that I suffered from insomnia in high school, and I will do anything to prevent it. I can honestly tell you that I do not remember the last two years of my high school career. It really was that awful. Finals, college applications, sleeping in desolated hotels, itchy sheets, and the floor of my friend's apartments brings on the worst bouts of insomnia. Other stuff too, but let's save that for another entry. So fuck yeah to a tiny, hot pink pill if it can put me to sleep. The downside is that I don't dream. Actually, I must dream, but I have no recollection of it. Now, before you think I have an addiction to Benadryl, let me assure you that I don't. I only use this lovely antihistamine when I travel, which is about 2-3 times a year, which hardly qualifies me as an addict. Besides, it's a totally ridiculous notion that one can be addicted to Benadryl.