Somewhere around 14:48 I popped another quarter brownie.  I was already high.  It was nice.  I remember laying down on the couch, and...

I woke up at 18:00.  It was a very heavy, restful dead-to-the-world sleep.  Arising, I felt clear headed and alert.  Okay, the feeling only persisted until I tried to stand up.  Woozy and woobly - in a clear headed and alert sorta way. 

So what's the obvious thing to do?  Just around 18:45 I ate a quarter brownie.  Well, sunset is coming, and sunset is an exciting time to be high...owing to the nocturnal lurking around the neighbourhood...which is very hot!  Ten minutes later, I ceremoniously shrugged and downed another quarter.  So...somewhere around 19:30 a train will be pulling into the station.  The sign on the train will read, "Fucking Ripped."  Keep an eye out for it.

While we wait for my fingers to turn into eggplants, I shall also report that I wasn't completely thrilled with the last high.  I was on about 330 mg of edibles, combining over the space of about 90 minutes one brownie, a cola and a squirt of oil.  For the record, it felt great, but I noticed passing waves of light-headed disorientation verging on nausea a few times before I fell asleep.  That could make 300 mg an upper boundary for edible consumption, however I have noted being higher when I've mixed edibles with vaping.

Excessive vaping on the other hand seems to have another problem.  I plateau.  In the foolish decision making of the deeply stoned, I have vaped a bowl of weed, then decided to vape another.  Then not long enough after that, another.  Each vape has some effect, but I reach deminishing returns.  I get the sense that I plateau and can't get higher.

The instances that come to mind where I'm Massively Fucking Stoned occur with mixed vape and edibles.*

 19:18.  Waitin' for that ol' train.  Just hanging out by the station.  19:23.  Just a woman and her young daughter stand at the far end of the platform.  The girl is in a summer sundress, a balloon is tied to her wrist.  It reads, "I Love You Grandma." 19:24.  It really is a huge tease, waiting for Stoned to arrive. If it were just the body, like a pair of handcuffs, it would lack the erotic appeal.  But you eat a brownie (and it's a pretty good brownie, by any standards), and about 45 minutes later it changes your mind.  "Are you a submissive transvestite?" Brownie asks.

"No!" you reply, affecting a scandalized appearance, but secretly not too sure.

"My apologies," says Brownie, and then half under its breath, "I can wait."

"Yes!"  It's sudden.  

"Pardon me?" asks Brownie.

"Yes, I'm a submissive transvestite.  

"I know." 

"I'm a mind-fucked sissy faggot transvestite hypno-slave." 

"I know," Brownie repeated, somewhat bored.  

19:40.  I took a poop.  Mr. Brownie didn't attend.  All quiet on the western front.  I'm in a sort of limbo.  Most of the femme clothes have been removed.  I'm in a T-shirt and pantihose.

20:07.  "What was that?" asked Mr. Brownie.  

"Um, nothing, I think," I replied meekly. And then all sexual hell broke loose... 

/H

* Massively Fucking Stoned:  A condition wherein walking and standing become are far from assured, where the entire neocortex is monopolized by the perceptioin of an imminent orgasm which never arrives, and any attempts at fine motor control result in rocking, twitching, writhing, and contorted facial expressions, accompanied by unintelligable muttering.