Waking up groggy at 7:30 is different. I had some neat dreams but having drug dreams while I have drugs is new. Usually I’d have these types of dreams about two or three weeks after I’d run out. I’m not remembering my dreams as well these mornings but they definitely included more drug content than my usual dream universe.

I’m not seeking drugs in them. I seem to be more into the stereotype of drug culture.  Although I’m still alone in my dreams. I never get to enjoy the idea of a drug girlfriend in either universe. Not even the fantasy world has me booking up. My brain can’t imagine that scenario.

7:37 alarm goes off. I’m sitting upright in bed typing. 90s dance music id playing instead of local radio. I’m  sucking my morning chocolate bar without my teeth in because it gives my mouth a fresher taste and coats the dry mouth gums with a familiar flavour before I fill my mouth and head with the cloudy wake up smoke.

I briefly consider not doing that. It has less effect most days now, which could explain the dreams, but not zero effect. I think I need a pizza therapy break. That used to reset mood and mind back into a preferred groove once or twice a month. I miss it.

7:43. I have run out of things to type. Time to smoke some creativity and motivation into my body.

The first chunk provided several big inhales and a few smaller ones and I find myself grooving to the music a bit more. I like that music choice for today’s variation of my morning routine. Classics from 2 Ulimited and C&C Music Factory get me bopping.

Another 4 piece row of chocolate before the next shard as I plan my day.  Worries of my usage, weird dreams and other negative thoughts have faded into the clouds, and I’m ready for the Sunday. I ponder whether C&C was actually CNC Music Factory, which I only recently learned is consensual non-consensual. An odd fetish term. It’s probably not.

I took to my morning Snapchat to film a bunch more hits on the bong and kickstart my creativity. It’s now 8:23 and I’m ready to head out and attempt to make my morning chores as interesting as I can half for my benefit and half for my YouTube channel. They like the ADHD stuff but I’m s little spun in the early shift to do that justice. We’ll see.

It’s my sister’s birthday today. I should have prepared but I didn’t. Ok… Off to the cows.

Part two

Back inside after an uneventful feeding, I begin reading the rest of my socials. Normally this is done before the chores, but I was delayed waking up so late. Despite having so much meth this morning, I tire out doing this post chore ritual that I lay back and fall asleep around 10:30 without editing or uploading any videos. Usually I’d have gotten at least one online before nap time.

It’s now 11:30 and I wake up. The room is still a little smokey, which is new since this last batch of the stuff. The air has a smell remaining from the clouds I blew before 8:30. I consider my varied mood and lack of my usual meth power is related and look forward to a break from this habit once I run out, but that’s not till June at my current rate.

I dismiss these thoughts, eat the last two chocolate chip cookies and get out of bed with full intent to go to the computer and see what happens there. I did chip away at the sewing  site task yesterday. Not a lot, but progress is better than avoidance.

Now… Chocolate chip cookie time. (That last paragraph was written in advance of this moment).

End of part 2.