And last night we learned why I don't do drugs any more. I am too weak for today's insane strains and blends. A few hits off one joint and I was gone. I also ended up throwing up and passing out at 9:15. Drugs are not my friend. Sigh.
Got up with C and did all the things. First I went to the grocery store and got the final ingredients for both dinner, and to make mushroom soup. Came back, made said soup. Then I put away laundry and worked on cleaning the laundry room. Then I cleaned the house in anticipation of our friend coming over. When C got home from work, she wanted to go to the dispensary. She joked that she had never seen me high. I told her it wouldn't be exciting and I would just get floopy then want to go to bed. She bought a pre-rolled to test this theory out. Okay, your $6.
Got back home and started prepping dinner. Our friend arrived at 6, we ate, hung out, then smoked that pre-rolled. Nope. Immediately I was out of it. He left around 9 and I was like, going to bed. C thought I was crazy but I was serious. As I was getting ready I knew it was going to get nasty. Ended up throwing up everything. Oh well. I just can't take drugs any more. Not a bad thing, but I felt bad for C. I was in bed and passed out by 9:30 on a Saturday. Granted we would have gone to bed by 10:30 at the latest because she is up for work, but still. I put a damper on the whole evening. No more. That's one thing I can cross off my list of acceptable behavior. So ends an era.
Today C works and I have lunch with B. Meeting up to go over numbers and hand shit off. I have to finalize my spreadsheet for them. This will be the first month I don't pay her car or insurance. Thank the gods. Other than that, no plans for the day.
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