It's too much for me, man. Too much for my fucking brain to handle. This is the way I knew it would be and yet always hoped I could avoid. But I can't avoid this shit, I'm not a blind man -I see the way this is going.

The spliff I'm skinning up right now is truly gigantic. It's a full six inches long and fucking fat at the top. I packed the best part of a teenth into it and I'm about to smoke it. I'm out of whisky, you see. Bang out of whisky. I hate whisky, actually; can't fucking stand it. I'm out of brandy too, though. No booze. Just this big bag of weed, which I've long since developed a vicious tolerance to. Long, long ago. Hence this monstrosity in front of me right now.

But I know it ain't going to do me any good. I'm probably going to slump forward on my desk with my forehead and just mong.

Fuck it, I'm lighting up.

Later.