Back To Adderall

Joshua Foer took some of God's favorite drug for the purest reasons---so that he could write about the experience in Slate, and here's what he found:

The results were miraculous. On a recent Tuesday, after whipping my brother in two out of three games of pingpong—a triumph that has occurred exactly once before in the history of our rivalry—I proceeded to best my previous high score by almost 10 percent in the online anagrams game that has been my recent procrastination tool of choice. Then I sat down and read 175 pages of Stephen Jay Gould's impenetrably dense book The Structure of Evolutionary Theory. It was like I'd been bitten by a radioactive spider.

As for the feeling you get while on the divine juice, Foer discovered that you first get euphoric, then focused, then depressed, then exhausted (except you can't sleep)---all these reactions are, I know, huge surprises to the denizens of this patch of blog space.

It occurs to me as I write this post that I can't remember the last major academic assignment I did without taking any adderall. That seminar paper I blog-kvetched about last week: 70 mg in 2 days = 31 gorgeous pages.