Did you get to see the full moon last night? Me, neither. I went out for a moment, but the sky was cloudy. Perhaps I gave up too easily, but I hadn't the energy for waiting. I mean, I had things to do. Ha!
I probably did have things I should do, but I did nothing. That pill I took the night before must have been a 24-36 hour thing. I didn't wake up all day. Oh, I got up in the morning and did the usual in a very thick cloud, and I even walked to the FedEx and UPS stores to see if they had boxes the right size for shipping my prints. UPS did, and I told them I'd be back. Then I went home and made a big sausage, egg, and waffle breakfast. I wanted mimosas but had no champagne, so a beermosa had to do. Afterwards, I was too tired to even clean up. I went back to bed and didn't wake up until after four. Of course UPS was closed by then. Closed Sunday, too.
I showered and went to see my mother.
Then I ordered food.
Of course it is important for me to show you a photo of my meal. That is what people do. It is like you didn't even eat if you don't share a picture. It is important not only for you to see the photograph, though, but to know that I got my meal from a very hip hipster place, and that I was cool there. That is so very important for you to know. Coolio. I even sent the photo to my buddy who says that those kimchi battered extra crispy wings are the best you can get. Yes, only that could succor the fact that I was eating alone in front of the television watching a reality t.v. show. I should leave out that last part and just go with the how hip I am stuff maybe.
The lost point of it all, though, is that I never woke up. After more beer and a couple of scotches and several back to back episodes of "Below Deck Mediterranean," I hit the CBD oil and was off to bed.
All by way of saying, I did not see the moon. But I did sleep a full eight hours.
I am a drug wimp. I don't know how people do what they do with drugs. I can drink fine, and I enjoy it, but drugs fuck me up in ways they don't seem to effect others. As much as I admire Uncle Billy in "Love Actually," I am not like him.
Just say no, kids.
Except to opioids. There, just remember--Safety First.
I just looked up "opium overdose" on Google. I wanted to see if it is possible to overdose smoking opium. Here is what it says on the Drug Free Partnership to End Addiction website:Opium can cause euphoria, followed by a sense of well-being and a calm drowsiness or sedation.
Well, that doesn't sound awful.