just got my own bac!
(ok, maybe now i'm winding down?) i've smoked three cigarettes in an hour (the long, slow-burning american spirits), and drunk over a quart of tea and cider. i realize that smokes are stimulants, so maybe that's amping me up a bit? (sometimes i smoke them because i think maybe they'll just knock me out.) smoking herb winds me up, and i know it; seems maybe it's high time to put that to bed (especially if i am sincere in wanting to get to the bottom of whether or not the mania -gimme a synonym- is bac-related).
i'll say it again: the fervour would be fine, if i could rest assured that it was not hurting me. but there's no way of knowing, is there, at least not in terms of bac? i mean, over time might this insane mental energy spiral to a point where even i myself cannot detect it as abnormal? for now i'm not going to fight it, but i am going to commit to creating even more balance in my life: less weed, more sleep, and a little more food (perhaps). but heck, i'm getting so much done, so much living into every moment of life that -understand me- i am not complaining!
hi cassander! hi dose! thanks guys and dolls for visitin' my thread!
i hope i haven't scared anyone (doubt i have; just trying to be polite). i'm sure i won't become one of those famous insane people who produces prolific amounts of creative outpourings and is then remembered after her early death for her momentary genius and perhaps prolonged insanity. yeah, i doubt that will happen. i am nowhere near genius.
on a much lighter note: the greens. ne, it doesn't work that way; the deer would eat it all eventually. pete, that's a very clever idea, and i bet it would work, but it would be too stinky and greusome. i'll stick with the gate idea. i have an ample variety of standing dead cedar which will make excellent posts for the gate, which i shall remember to close.
ne, i've thought of you a few times lately, and how, months ago, way before my indifference (which i feel has just come about (again?) in the past two weeks), you wrote about having stories running in your head all the time, stories that you'd (wanna) run home and write down. it occurs to me to ask if maybe that's a bac side effect, but that's silly. i think it's a life side effect. so the lesson is: well lookie there ~ life has a lot of effects when you ain't drunk.
(ok, maybe now i'm winding down?) i've smoked three cigarettes in an hour (the long, slow-burning american spirits), and drunk over a quart of tea and cider. i realize that smokes are stimulants, so maybe that's amping me up a bit? (sometimes i smoke them because i think maybe they'll just knock me out.) smoking herb winds me up, and i know it; seems maybe it's high time to put that to bed (especially if i am sincere in wanting to get to the bottom of whether or not the mania -gimme a synonym- is bac-related).
i'll say it again: the fervour would be fine, if i could rest assured that it was not hurting me. but there's no way of knowing, is there, at least not in terms of bac? i mean, over time might this insane mental energy spiral to a point where even i myself cannot detect it as abnormal? for now i'm not going to fight it, but i am going to commit to creating even more balance in my life: less weed, more sleep, and a little more food (perhaps). but heck, i'm getting so much done, so much living into every moment of life that -understand me- i am not complaining!
hi cassander! hi dose! thanks guys and dolls for visitin' my thread!
i hope i haven't scared anyone (doubt i have; just trying to be polite). i'm sure i won't become one of those famous insane people who produces prolific amounts of creative outpourings and is then remembered after her early death for her momentary genius and perhaps prolonged insanity. yeah, i doubt that will happen. i am nowhere near genius.
on a much lighter note: the greens. ne, it doesn't work that way; the deer would eat it all eventually. pete, that's a very clever idea, and i bet it would work, but it would be too stinky and greusome. i'll stick with the gate idea. i have an ample variety of standing dead cedar which will make excellent posts for the gate, which i shall remember to close.
ne, i've thought of you a few times lately, and how, months ago, way before my indifference (which i feel has just come about (again?) in the past two weeks), you wrote about having stories running in your head all the time, stories that you'd (wanna) run home and write down. it occurs to me to ask if maybe that's a bac side effect, but that's silly. i think it's a life side effect. so the lesson is: well lookie there ~ life has a lot of effects when you ain't drunk.
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