an "avrage" night of fun

I pop a pill, what a thrill, this one brings me up, right when that one brings me down.
The day is long but my nights are longer.
i stumble into the kitchen  
"how long did i lay on the floor?"
An hour or a minute? it doesn't matter they seem to be the same thing now.
Life blurs together as i struggle to make out the clock,
just a little after 9pm
"hey come match me!"
i stumble back into the kitchen and take a double as i try to recall why i even left in the first place.
"take another you're falling behind, does that burn? here have another to wash it down"
Hours pass or maybe it was only moments, they're all the same now.
what did i just step in? puke? who's sick?
cant think long its time to toke.