Right now I'm having a nice benzo nod on 10mg clonazepam... maybe more. I lost count somewhere along the way. My memory isn't very good. And my bottle is starting to get empty, so I figured I'd better stop taking more tonight. Feeling good though. No worries, no cares. I just finished a slurry conversation with my mum, about my meth dealer, and how he's a good guy who could really make something of his life. I'll probably regret that conversation in the morning. But right now, all is well in my little world. I'm wrapped in my warm benzo blanket. 


