The idea of infinite divisions comes to mind. You have a set amount of something and you can cut it in half. Mathematics tells us you can cut it in half infinitely. Science tells us that there is a finite amount of cutting in half because there are no molecules or atoms beyond a certain point but I believe that changes as science changes. I’m pretty sure molecules at one time with the smallest object and then atoms now there are things in atoms.

When it comes to the last week of drug use, the portions get smaller and smaller and the decision to stop at this stage or that stage becomes difficult because you always want to leave some for tomorrow. Especially when you don’t have money to replenish right away as is the case for me today. 

The money I had set aside dwindled to bills before I got the chance to spend it. It is truly amazing how long you can live off the fumes of the side of a glass pipe that’s got white on the stem. This is where the extended length 8-in pipe comes in handy. So my day starts at 2:00 p.m. instead of 7:00 a.m. and I try and not think about tomorrow as much. 

I’ve boofed all I can and have less than an inch of side white. I sleep half the day and don’t have the motivation to finish the tasks that are seriously behind. Not a good time. At least today I will spend the last of my saved up drug money to buy food which I’ve done without practically. I’ve used the house food more than I’m supposed to which adds to the guilt in the sadness. The emotions I suppress normally with drugs are no longer suppressed. 

My cat tries to cheer me up. The dogs would love more affection but it’s loud. I may go back to sleep.