...that sounds like some GOOD medi-shit!

Yup, that's one of the higher levels of Couch Lock you achieved. Having a bit of anxiety is normal, as yer memory is kinda fux0r'd for a little while.

One of the few times I ever experienced a similar level of anxiety was a few years' back, with a buddy who lived in the next apartment over from me downtown. I was at his place, helping him break in his nice huge new Hookah, and we smoked a pile o' hash...

When it was time to go home, I had a hard time finding the elevator in a linear hallway. Then, once getting outside his building, I COULDN'T REMEMBER WHERE I LIVED. I knew that it was "around here somewhere"... I sorta stumbled in the correct direction ("yeah, this looks familiar..."), somehow found my place and the correct key to get into it, and then basically just sat down on the couch, trying to play videogames (badly)... then zoning into the demo screens when the controller fell outta my hands.

You know you're f*$ked when your eyes refuse to focus and go cross-y... and when you can't find yer firkin' house when you live next door...

But it will pass

Oh! and wouldja score some of that good shite for me? I'm a medi-user...!
[hee hee hee]