Late Night Musings

 Its almost three o clock in the morning. I'm on my second day without sleep, sitting on the edge of my bed smoking cheap menthol cigarettes, wondering, Where in the fuck did I put that goddam joint?

My girlfriend is outside, smoking a cigarette on the front porch. We're both coming down, but it's rougher on her. She gets inside her head and makes herself depressed, thinking of all the things she wishes she'd done differently. I try to calm her but, she's confrontational when she's coming down, so I back off and let her have her space.

My ma's in the living room asleep on the couch. She came down to visit, and to look into getting an apartment of her own here as well.

I'm a bit annoyed by the fact that I lost my last joint, a couple tokes would take the edge off of the restlessness of the come down. I could just go get a few lorazeprams out of ma's purse I suppose. I know she won't mind, but its still not the same as a few hits of good herb.

Or I could just sit here awake, surfing the internet and scribbling in my notebook.