Last night I dreamed I was just about to melt about a whole 'teenth of cheap gear (it looked like the stuff Lauren was getting when I went to stay with her) onto a huge piece of foil. Of course, I didn't actually successfully inhale a toot in my dream; due to first not being able to find a lighter, then not being able to find my tooter, then not being able to find the foil with the gear on it, then the scene changing totally.
Then, today, Jess rang me. Nicky has been behaving erratically lately, as though she is going through some sort of existential crisis; and Jess is understandably both worried and pissed off at the mess this is going to make of her plans. Plus, of course, there is her mother, who is seriously ill and needing constant attention. We both danced around the question for awhile, like some sort of crazy game of chicken, neither of us wanting to be the first to mention it; but there remains, nonetheless, a distinct possibility of me being sent on another scoring mission sometime soon.
Still, if I get any for myself, she said, as though there was any other serious possibility, I can at least make mine a small amount that I can blast right through in one go and be mostly fine the morning after .....