Tomorrow I have the appointment with my doctor where I'll have to tell her that amphetamines are for me. This is the first weekend I have spent awake in god knows how long. Yesterday, I rode 35 miles on my bike; in the evening I went dancing. I got laid by a wonderful, attentive, talented lover. This morning I woke up for some more awesome sex and was out of the house and having pancakes before noon.
In short, I feel like a normal human being, and I am not giving it up.
If my doctor refuses to prescribe Ritalin for me, which there is a relatively overwhelming chance she will, I'll just keep buying it online. What's the worst that can happen? I'll die having lived some?