Water!

I couldn't fall asleep last night.

The vivid image of my friend's eyelids fluttering closed while her eyes rolled back to the side of her head just before she collapsed in front of me kept flashing into my head.

A wave of panic and you go from a moment of leisure in a club to being gripped by fear.

No OD here. No alcohol, no roofie, no substance abuse whatsoever. Just plain lack of food and water. She was dehydrated and had only eaten a single meal that day, apparently.
But food. And water. The most primitive, essential human needs for survival.

Maybe the most disturbing thing about all this was the nonchalance with which she was already over it. Over the fact that she was unconscious for ten incredibly tortuous seconds, lying on the floor of The Mayan, her friend yelling her name, enveloped in complete surreality of what was happening. The feeling that a dear friend may not be taking care of herself is in the back of your brain, the warning signs, every subtle hint of a red-flagged piece of behavioral evidence suddenly rushes up to the surface of your brain all at once.

I can't stomach this kind of drama. It wasn't even that dramatic - makes sense on paper - 'she was dehydrated, so she fainted.'

But I can't sleep.

Drink tons of water, people. Forget Hollywood. Remember to eat. Multiple times a day.