BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
For what it's worth, I managed some sort of sleep-like state last night by means of a lethal cocktail of 20 ml. Night Nurse, 10 mg. Diazepam, 400 ml. hot sweet milky cocoa (watch this stuff; it contains only just enough moisture to digest the protein in it, and will not satisfy a thirst) plus enough solid and weed to keep a small village happy for a fortnight (much of which was eaten, in the form of a hashburger).
Something out of that lot did the business; although I did wake from a dream about having two arseholes. After which, I lay in bed awake tossing and turning for awhile and then must have fallen back to sleep because I was woken up again by the alarm going off. And at least just this once, I was not even drowning in sweat (although I was still genuinely unable to work out whether I was too hot or too cold).
Anyway, tonight's window of opportunity for scoring has long since slammed shut; and Jess rang today with intentions of coming up for a visit, which has given me a date to aim for. I might even see about treating her to a rock or two of crack.
Something out of that lot did the business; although I did wake from a dream about having two arseholes. After which, I lay in bed awake tossing and turning for awhile and then must have fallen back to sleep because I was woken up again by the alarm going off. And at least just this once, I was not even drowning in sweat (although I was still genuinely unable to work out whether I was too hot or too cold).
Anyway, tonight's window of opportunity for scoring has long since slammed shut; and Jess rang today with intentions of coming up for a visit, which has given me a date to aim for. I might even see about treating her to a rock or two of crack.