A very important blog posting was lost.  I recall writing something immediately following the last entry, but my Mac barfed when I tried to save it.  Pitty.  It was a critical record of a very surreal experience.

Read the last post.  I took a shitload of weed in mid-afternoon, and sat down around 14:30ish to wait for it to take effect.  I think that the last time that I recorded was around 17:00, and I eagerly anticipated the coming of sunset so that I could lurk around the neighbourhood all dolled up in my slutwear.   It's bemusing to read subsequent entries after "18:00" where I lament the last setting of the sun, and wonder why I am still feeling so clear-headed.

I was so out of it, that I never realized that it wasn't "18:00", but "08:00"; the eyes seeing what the brain expects.  I had passed out on the couch, passing a peaceful night draped across the couch and coffee table.  I recall my right arm being somewhat numb and feeling an odd bruise on my right shin. 

It was indeed hours later that I could finally reconcile the position of the sun with what I thought the clock was reading.  Oddly, my strongest recollection is feeling cheated of the dark of night, wherein I was going to play Stoned Ranger in the park, following which I might expose myself to the stars on the deck.  Being so stoned that I lost twelve hours didn't strike me as significant.

Then again, as I write this, I've taken a 50 mg chocolate bar and a 40 mg THC cap, and I'm patiently waiting for the world to begin melting around me.

I'm a broken sissy faggot transvestite cock sucker hypno-slave.

/H