You won't hear me complain
I've pretty much given up smoking pot by default - it's not that I don't like it or don't want it, just that my weed-smoking neighbour's given up, my dog-park friend that used to sell it has moved away, and I don't want it badly enough or have enough spare money to go hunting for someone new to buy it from. It's simpler just to do without, and it makes me eat too much and get nothing done (even more than usual) anyway.
Back when I was a homeless junkie, I kept my tobacco habit going by recycling other people's dropped butts - the desperation of those days is happily long gone, but the eagle eye that can tell a dropped joint from a roll-up at twenty paces will never quite leave me. And if people are going to drop half-smoked joints on the pavement outside the house, I will unashamedly pick them up and finish them off. I'm not as clean-living as all that.
All this is a very long-winded way of explaining why I can't seem to get awake today. I never seem to remember that I have a naturally low tolerance for stuff in the first place, and the fact that I've hardly smoked any in the last year or so makes the tolerance even lower. However, I really didn't expect yesterday's half-joint to knock me quite this far sideways.
*yawn*
I may just go lie down again and watch more Farscape...
In other news, I keep meaning to go back to Paradise and have lots of anonymous sex in the back room so I'll have something dirty (and not in the dog puke sense) to write about. It's not that I've not been having sex - I've been having fabulous sex - it's just that it's all been with a real non-anonymous person who has a lot of friends and acquaintances on my f-list. Combine that with the real emotional attachment I have for him and that makes me highly disinclined to describe any of it in detail here.
So I was definitely planning to go have an adventure this week. I've got over the flu, I've got over the low-libido thing that was annoying me for a couple of weeks - and then the bloody hormones kicked in. So now I really am going to take my bloated crampy sleepy self back to the couch.
*yawns again*
Back when I was a homeless junkie, I kept my tobacco habit going by recycling other people's dropped butts - the desperation of those days is happily long gone, but the eagle eye that can tell a dropped joint from a roll-up at twenty paces will never quite leave me. And if people are going to drop half-smoked joints on the pavement outside the house, I will unashamedly pick them up and finish them off. I'm not as clean-living as all that.
All this is a very long-winded way of explaining why I can't seem to get awake today. I never seem to remember that I have a naturally low tolerance for stuff in the first place, and the fact that I've hardly smoked any in the last year or so makes the tolerance even lower. However, I really didn't expect yesterday's half-joint to knock me quite this far sideways.
*yawn*
I may just go lie down again and watch more Farscape...
In other news, I keep meaning to go back to Paradise and have lots of anonymous sex in the back room so I'll have something dirty (and not in the dog puke sense) to write about. It's not that I've not been having sex - I've been having fabulous sex - it's just that it's all been with a real non-anonymous person who has a lot of friends and acquaintances on my f-list. Combine that with the real emotional attachment I have for him and that makes me highly disinclined to describe any of it in detail here.
So I was definitely planning to go have an adventure this week. I've got over the flu, I've got over the low-libido thing that was annoying me for a couple of weeks - and then the bloody hormones kicked in. So now I really am going to take my bloated crampy sleepy self back to the couch.
*yawns again*