Sunday Evening
You make a new tooter, open out the old one and claim the "bonus beetle" that has been building steadily up. You've stashed a little bit, somewhere hard to get, just as a bit of insurance, just in case.
Monday Morning
You feel fine. Better than fine. You feel FAN-F***ING-TASTIC. This is the beginning of a brand new week, full of possibilities.
Monday Night
You sleep well.
Tuesday Morning
You don't feel so good today. At least the constipation has gone away. You clean the toilet fastidiously afterwards, only too aware that you could be sticking your head down it anytime soon.
Tuesday Evening
Sick. As. A. Dog.
Tuesday Night
Shivering, body aches. But it's only 48 hours since the last time and besides, if you do want to cash in the insurance policy, you've got to get to where you stashed it, and you're not really sure you're in any state to do that. In the meantime, cough medicine that "may (read: invariably does) cause drowsiness" will just have to suffice. If you're still awake in an hour, then you can admit defeat and break out the stash .....
Wednesday Morning
You wake up at a stupidly early hour (though, annoyingly, still just late enough that if you took anything else to help you sleep, even just a doob, there is a strong possibility that you won't have worn off in time for work) and there seems to be no chance of nodding back off. You turn over again and forget to force yourself not to see the time on the clock -- the alarm is going off in less than half an hour. Then the alarm does go off, and you're woken from the tattered vestige of sleep you must have managed miraculously to grab from somewhere.
Wednesday Lunchtime
The week is half over.
Thursday Morning
A fitful night; but somehow, despite remembering lying awake for much of it, as the clock changed, seeming to get slower and slower, you wake up feeling good. Fragments of dream drift away and dissipate into thin air, lost against the light. Monday was obviously a false alarm -- hell, you were still stoned from Sunday if the ugly truth be told. Surely this is the real thing now.
Thursday Evening
It's stashed safely away. The question is, do you go and get it, or do you carry on being good? Because surely, good behaviour calls for a little reward now and then ..... all work and no play makes Julie a miserable girl ..... So tempting .....