Wow, I have such a hard time doing so many things when I have no weed to speak of. Eating and sleeping are my main concerns. I'm hungry, I'm tired, but for the life of me I cannot enjoy either. My mind is consumed by the thought of wanting to smoke. Even shitty weed would be better than nothing. I'm kicking myself for not bringing those roaches w/me. What was I thinking? I guess I thought all the m-done I took would be a proper substitute for the night. I thought I took enough to be slightly blasted for the night, but apparently not. That's the tricky thing about that stuff, it's easy to get accustomed to. I mean, I'm fine, good enough, not sick but it's hardly the place in which I am content.
It's bullshit that it's legal to smoke cigs but not weed. Seriously. I get so angry at times like this when I should be able to go to the store and buy buds for a reasonable price. If I had to buy my bud like most people I think I would go crazy. Luckily it is rare for me to be out. People would be in danger if I had to go through this regularly. Not cuz I would steal or hurt people, I'd just be a nasty bitch all the time instead of just sometimes.
I work at a trucking company and probably needless to say, we (me and the girl who works opposite me) get hit on all the time. And although it is always flattering to receive a compliment, most of these guys are much older than me and not generally the most attractive dudes. Of course, I'm always polite but it makes me really anxious and I start to blush and perspire, really, no matter what they say or who it is. I don't know what's wrong w/me. There's one guy who is attractive but older than me and he's always inviting me to go live w/him. He's really nice but it's kind of weird. And he was just here and I was trying to do my job and spilled my coffee all over all my paperwork. Awesome.