May as well through together a little trip report, have not put one together before, so please don't get to stressed about exact times/doses - know that started with 3g, now have 2.45g including bag, so 1200mg overall seems solid estimation.
Stim history - paste speed tons of times over a decade ago, 3 meth sessions - one good, other 2 meh. 700g of Modafinil powder, fingering the bag between 200/400mg a morning depending on benzo hangover, stopped about 8 months ago. Others MDMA, EPD, Ephedrine, oh of course ridiculous 25g mephedrone binges - longest 8 days I think. Prob others.
Other notes - did 6 weeks of rehab 5 months ago to taper down from 180/200mg [equiv] Diazepam to 2 mg [It was fucking so stinking grim] - Then I had my script stolen, legit, by a horrible bitch and currently have been ramping up RC benzo's which is probably the stupidest thing I've done in a long long time. Consumed 32mg of Flubromazepam over 24 hours. Am 90% certain I'm going to take the 80 odd flub's left to the psyche, be honest, and hopefully get a diaz taper again.
Set and setting. This is the 3rd 3-FPM 3g run in 6 weeks. First 2 had a couple of mates round, 1 powder other crystal. This time tho I wanted to push it a little on my tod with crystal (better imo). So warm flat, an all that.
Build, 5'11, 12.5st
So I got my brown envelope around 12pm but knew I had couple of hours of fairly complicated data entry at 4pm.
3pm - fuck it can't wait anymore. 65mg (doses are educated assumptions) insufflated - Bam, high as fuck, tingles the lot. Try vaping of foil, not very good at it, prob waste half of 40mgs. (Still got enough of it to pursue later on)
Have 2hrs work to do at 4.30pm. So have a shower and get set. Took a massive head rush when I stood up, real pass out 180 degree into the plasma turn. No harm done.
Start work, I'm working well, no mistakes. 2hrs fly's in. Asked stay on longer but the lure was to strong. Not at all considered under the influence.
5pm - 120mg over 2 lines, now we're dancing.
Play some Asphalt 8 for a hour or so, I'm feeling good.
6pm 60ish mg insufflated - there's a lot of personal shit running about my head - I'm thinking of emigrating [well hae actually bought the ticket], Family both immediate and Uncle Aunt, been trying to broker a peace deal over a will before cancer makes it impossible. Say to myself, it's Saturday, rackem up. better than boozing, which i'm terrible at.
7pm 120ish mg insufflated, back up again, think I can write a very overdue email to extended family, wrote a fair bit but thank god didn't send.
8pm 65ish mg - The horn. Decide not to batter myself straight away but hit Tinder ad POF HARD. Somehow manage to lock down a second date with a nice girl that I was 45min late for on our first disaster date, well, wasn't a disaster. No matter, Tues or Wends we dine. Also rattle of 10/15 POF mutual meet msgs. No word back, for some reason I asked would they rather fight a hundred duck sized horses or 1 horse size duck. I'm doubting the comment as perhaps a little too insane, never a good thing on free dating sites. I FB msg a kinda ex who had msged me out of the blue.
10ish 100mg - call from a mate to go drinking cider, he's battered, nah. Pron, no girth but spectacular enthusiasm - have 3 movies running at once.
11-0200 - just bumps and [grind] Amy Reid - be my valentine.
0230 - try vaping again, this time dump a good 80mg, I'm getting better at it, only losing half rather than 2/3rds. Tunes come on, 98-02 Techno/Tech house
03.30 120mg - start looking at cars on gumtree, no intention of buying really unless see a Alpha 147 in decent nick sub 600
05.00 bump - FB msg from the neighbour asking am i still up. I am, an invite him over, but really I'm enjoying this break from humanity. Tell him the craic with the 3-FMP, not his bag. Legals have killed a lot within a 50 mile radius and have carry a bad rep regardless, which is fair.
05.30 bumps - 1hr 40min convo over the phone. I'm 90% sure he's gay. Not that it bothers me at all, although think he's kinda trying it on. Still it was a good chat and he says hes going to bring me round a Sunday roast at 6pm - excellent if he does.
07.20 - right better wind this up, some nytol, flub and of course a massive 150mgish nose masher + a much more successful vape - try to figure out what the craic is with ISIS, surely they're not that mad? Depressingly the articles i find apocalyptic in terms of diametrically opposed views - there hasn't been a theologian war in Europe since the 7th century... consider the merits of media bombing them with 'A Brief History Of Time' or the like. And yup, I know it's all corrupt. US buying plundered oil, acient Syrian antiquities on Ebay, the inevitable consequence of relying on arms [sorry, defence] sales as a grossly over represented portion of GDP. I also noticed that a few Ozzie mates were saying that it pails into insignificance yada yada - without really having any concept at all how close, not least geographically, We are to Paris. Yet I say nothing. Because what the fuck does it all matter anyway.
That's not some depressive shit, It's just pragmatism.
So that took maybe 1hr to write, maybe 2. No more dosing. Got to take this drug problem serious - but it's fucking difficult when I do love getting fucked!
Will edit if comedown has me rolling about the joint like a wounded antelope
Peace