The Morning After.  08:47, to be precise.  It's not that I'm no longer stoned.  Oh, I'm still stoned plenty.  It's just that it peaked.

It is satisfying to answer one of life's philosophical questions:  How long is a rope?  What if a spherical chicken?  JFK lone gunman?  I think not!

Today's philosophical question is:  How high is high?  Stoned is so open-ended, start at zero and count up.  The experience is consistent:  stoneder is better.  How far does that go?

Very far.  From the first tingle of, "Oooh!  Maybe it's the brownie." at 07:45 this morning to the mind-numbing crescendo of last night...the higher I got, the better I felt.  Oh oh! 

11:58.  To tell the truth, I woke up this morning flushed with a desire to be "normal" and "productive."  Yesterday was fun, but it's time to move on.  I had a leisurely coffee, confounded slightly by the residual effects of last night.  I had a shower, and then suddenly, under the running water, it occurs to me that the weed retail store is open today.  Last night was over-the-top in part because I ate two days worth of THC rations.  I do prefer edibles to smoking, even vaping, as it lasts longer and has a mellower feeling. 

So, at 10:44 I set forth in the car to avail myself of supplies for Day #2:  three brownies @300 mg, two colas @125 mg, and a two gram bag of something called, "fractionated accountant" or "Muppet Kush OG".  Dunno.  It was stinky and green.  

I accidentally ate half of one of those brownies just before noon.  "Accidentally."  That makes this the Tease Interval.  I'm not sure why, but waiting for a veil of feminine bliss to settle over one's mind is a very erotic experience.  Pure provocation.  Irreversible.  Irresistable.  Last night, in a drug-induced haze I danced in the street in front of our house wearing a corset, stockings and heels.  That might not seem like a good idea at the moment, but it's so hot to think that the contents of that Brownie will suddenly change my opinion.

So, to recap what I was going to say when I started this post, Friday was very much like what I was hoping.  It was intense and erotic and utterly addictive.  I know the risks of these games we play.  I wouldn't change a thing.  

13:31.  Timing might be very good.  Might be very bad.  Vaguely recall finishing a quarter brownie and a cola just before 13:00.  That's, say, about 40 minutes ago.  That's on top of a pre-existing half-brownie from around noon.  Just as I wrote this I scarfed down the last quarter brownie.  Um, quick math...around 330 mg in the last 90 minutes.  

Remember that episode of Coyote and Roadrunner, when Coyote accidentally eats the "Earthquake Pills"?  After he realizes what he has done - eyes bulging four feet in comic hyperbole - he tries to take a step, but can't stop from setting off earthquakes.  Hey, even as a kid, that cartoon always seemed a bit "Timothy Leary" for me.  Anyway...

...that's me.  Waiting to see just what I've done. 

14:00.  Very pleasantly high.  I wouldn't change a thing.  So why did I just take another quarter brownie? For the record, feeling fantastic!

INGEST NOTHING BEFORE 14:45. 

Good advice.  I just popped another quarter at 14:48.  Not one to waste time.  (Next milestone, for the arithmetically impaired, will be 15:35.  Nothing before that, lest your head become a huge balloon.

I'm wearing bright pink lingerie now, which makes it hard to be inconspicuous during my frequent "strolls".  It's a new instinct, and it's pur exhibitionism.  I feel more real when others see me too.  Besides, it's just plain friggin' hot! 

/H