Caligula has to know: what’s all this hand-wringing and hullabaloo about the side effects of sleeping pills? They’re the best part!
Why choose? Combine!
Experience as a manic-depressive, hyper-paranoid, Godlike emperor with insatiable appetites had instilled in me a rather blasé attitude towards extended memory gaps (cf. the absinthe post below). But now I have the peculiar delight of waking up in the middle of various heinous deeds, from funneling poison into public drinking fountains to messily devouring a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Puttin’ on the Ritz in a tree. It’s a chance to see what my depraved ego won’t let my even more depraved subconscious get away during daylight hours, and—as you might expect—it’s always a forbidden, morbid delight.
Numerical data: nobody cares.
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