Out isn’t the same as almost out and out isn’t really out when it comes to drugs. I’ve been out and made it last more than a week. Currently I’m almost out of my meth.
But I had a few down and depressed days caused by small rations of use combined with failing at some tasks that were evaluated by the farmer. I’m just not very good at things I’m not used to, especially in a mood of not wanting to do them. I’ve also noticed and increased dissatisfied mood of the housemates that let me live here.
I might be imagining, or at least exaggerating but I have past experience with building frustration inside. Most people seem to do it.
So I started today nicely spun, scaping white off the side of the pipes as much as I could, and then a little extra from the main ration and just now, some gross residue from my orange bong that usually hits a little different. I’m in a good mood for a while, although my tolerance is such that it doesn’t last long before my brain requests a refresher.
The main other issue is no chaser. No chocolate or chewy or anything to get the taste and smell to pass, and not many drugs love and empty stomach.
Oh well. It’s Sunday. I’ll nap and program and watch TV.
It’s Mondays problem.