At first, the dogs tried to sneak into my dream as characters. Then the cat noticed a change and proceeded to jump up onto my chest and completely the wakening process. 6;45 today. The deal has been broken and I ride to begin my.. ummm is it Friday or Saturday. My orange glowing clock across the room only tells the time.
I check. Friday. I wonder if I have enough drug to wake me up the rest of the way or chocolate. I have enough of both but the cat is head bitting me for more.affection first. The dogs above me on the upper floor are equally excited. This is all a different way to wake up. Different every day. It makes me smile how different every day is the routine.
I rise to go to the bathroom next. Alhso out of my ordinary, but I slept well and missed my 4am pee break. While seated, stroking the cat some more, I recalled the dream that was interrupting. A classic dream with two old abandoned friends, rave culture, a brief romance, free drugs and oddly, a side effect of the longest penis erection id ever seen, stuffed in my jeans past the knee joint. That was certainly new. I had just snorted two amazingly lines of a huge shard just thrown at me by a stranger..
This dream had everything, but now I was seated front row at the community centre from my dream universe about to watch stock car races I had no interest in and all I could think about was my fucking huge cock.
I was almost relived the cat woke me. It was the cat answering the call for intervention because I had no idea what to do next.
I have found it easier to ration my portions of my morning drug use this past week than my chocolate. Both are integral to the non-routine routine. The chocolate doubles as my first taste, and the flavour that cleanses after in meth smoke. Both equally important and noticeably missed if forced to do without. 100 grams a bar is as much as I allow for the morning ration. I’m already more than half through that and I have not even blown a cloud. I know the minimal amount left will hardly satisfy, but I’m also behind schedule and have blogged away my Instagram portion of the morning.
My medication alarm disrupts a second time. I need to snooze it but don’t. I lied and said I’ve taken my pill, so I probably should or I really will forget. An odd plan that works some days, and other days it becomes clear it backfired later in the day when I remember I didn’t remember.
Day begins at 7:15… Off bed, blog done, email check and tasks to continue. Totally different morning. Just like every day.
