Thursday night
Last Thursday was great. I went to Fanshaw park for the evening and spent the night drinking homemade wine and smoking pot and laughing with some really great people. The weather and sunset were amazing and it felt very exhilarating and refreshing to be out there. Even when I had moments of anxiety, I would just take a deep breath and focus on the cool breeze, the fresh air, or wonderful colours of the nature and sky around me.
The aftermath hasn't been so great though. It's now Sunday and I still have a throbbing headache from ingesting all those substances.
Don't know if I'll do it again though. The drinking and toking, I mean. I would love to go back to the park and hangout with those awesome people again, but I am really not supposed to drink because of the medication I am on. And if I get arrested in possession of marijuana, I can kiss my disability support goodbye.
I did have a good time, and I do enjoy being drunk and high, but I don't think the consequences are really worth the risk.
Oh crap, I sound like my parents! I'm getting old, damn it!
The aftermath hasn't been so great though. It's now Sunday and I still have a throbbing headache from ingesting all those substances.
Don't know if I'll do it again though. The drinking and toking, I mean. I would love to go back to the park and hangout with those awesome people again, but I am really not supposed to drink because of the medication I am on. And if I get arrested in possession of marijuana, I can kiss my disability support goodbye.
I did have a good time, and I do enjoy being drunk and high, but I don't think the consequences are really worth the risk.
Oh crap, I sound like my parents! I'm getting old, damn it!