*brings dear wee sadie a hot cup of cocoa, a pipe of his good brown, and tucks her in nice and warm*
Hope you sleep well hun
Not sleepy at all myself, I would have been in opioid withdrawal, were it not for a certain individual, who will remain forever nameless, and a nice juicy rock of gear. Been having a good ol' toot throughout the day, from a DIY'ed little glass pipe (MUCH more efficient than smoking off foil, by a long fucking shot, since any vapor has nowhere to stray bar the end of the pipe, and when one of them is being slurped from, then its all going one way. Blowing it out, or at least what ever is left behind from a massive toke held until it feels like one is about to pass out and can hold it no longer, through another, cold pipe, so that the exhaled vapor recondenses on the walls of it, and after using the same pair of pipes, one giving and the other receiving, in the 'exhaust' pipe, there is actually now a rather decently sized set of blobs stuck to a coating of recycled gear, condensed by the cold finger effect, and just waiting for times of no opioids.
Wouldn't half mind say, 500mg methadone or so, but my mate was out of any he could spare for sale. Its probably my third favourite opioid, after 6-monoacetyldihydromorphine, runner up being dipropionylmorphine, then methadone, I like the NMDA antagonism of high dose methadone. Just hits that spot, if you get what I mean, scratches an itch other opioids that aren't NMDA antagonists don't reach)
Very, very, VERY nearly, I almost had the entire piece vanish into the ether (as in tenuous vacuum-like concept, not the solvents)
due to a postal cockup and a really rude, snarky piece of dog excrement of a postal worker at the depo. who refused to give me my mail, due to said cockup, but went back the next day and a different, much younger, decent guy was understanding and right as I was beginning to withdraw, just getting antsy and generally 'uurrgghfuckitallwithasidewaysbrickstuffedwithfireants', but got a lift up to the depo, and collected my package, lift back and as soon as you can say 'glass tubing and a lighter', was back to feeling my normal goodly and joint-pain-plus-bilateral-trochanteric-bursitis-agony-free self.
Time for a couple more deep, refreshing draws from my pipe, before I light up a cigar and stuff my face silly with a big bag full of assorted bags of candies.
Got at least what I'd measure out off the end of a penknife blade if I were to toot off foil left too, as well as the remainder of my fresh, un-toked gear, in recycled gear vapor blown through a cold second glass pipe too, and the blobs are only getting bigger and more numerous. Its quite horrifying to look at actually, because it makes it obvious how much would be wasted and bugger off into thin air were it to be toked off foil. I'll leave the foil for aluminium amalgam reductions for the forseeable.