A Wee Bit Stoned

A tiny bit high this morning. Most people would consider it perhaps very high, but I have been using, weed off and on since I was about 12.

I have also taken a few half snaps of other pills, that are equally relaxing and numbing, and I do feel strangely relaxed and numb, as if I have gone into another universe, that is still the same of my current mundane, but has a shimmer to it now.

The commonplace becomes more interesting now. The chill of my AC is almost too much.

I am envisioning a cup of coffee, a quick, ciggie, and then leaving the AC on blast but taking a nap with my electric heating mattress pad.

It has come to this — to survive my days.

Rare that I will buy and smoke weed, maybe once a year, or once every two years. I think I am on a two-year mark right now.

I inhaled out of a little lady-like water pipe and I forgot how smooth the water makes the smoke, and I think my inhales were quite deep, and now, well, now I am on the other side as I type this, and ponder the sleep to come for the rest of the afternoon.