Saturday morning blues
Saturday morning blues
This morning I am a little down. I slept fitfully last night, but Jo says I am not snoring.
One thing that I have noticed since I stopped smoking dope is that I have more dreams than I used to. I am not writing them down upon waking or anything but I am aware that I am having them.
Jo says hat I shouldn’t think of myself as defective, but I feel like I am. I don’t like pharmaceuticals, suspicious of the pharm industry and all hat, but I guess I’m just gonna have to get over that. And yes, this is funny coming from someone who did wake and bake and all that goes with it.
Today I feel a little dragged down. Not quite the same as a hangover, but maybe more psychological than physical. Jo asks if I think of A diabetic who has to take insulin daily as having a stigma, and I can’t help thinking that yes, I do attach … Something … To needing to take drugs every day. I never wanted to be someone like that, yet here I am. Jo says hat I can choose to not take the drugs, but that should I do that, I should just pack my shift and go.
This isn’t gonna be easy.