Just for the record, it's mid-afternoon, and I'm at home all alone.  Oh, your first guess is right.  I'm high.  Quite.

But, I'm wearing jeans.  Like a boy. All day.  No hypnosis play.  Nothing.  

My brain works almost normally again lately - when I'm not high.  I have foresight, ambition, and sometimes abstract thought.  I'm still in a bit of a fog sometimes, but much, um, different.

For one thing, this high is good, but it's entirely non-sexual.  No a volt.

I even tempted myselt with a bit of porn, just to indulge my inner devil.  Something in a Bruce Cockburn song triggered me, and when I arose from my reverie, I quit the app.  I literally heard my voice say, "Porn was the problem, remember?"

So, what has changed?  What's the punchline?

I've been masterbating fairly regularly, and I haven't been exactly abusing weed lately.  

But, but, but the biggest factor is cutting off porn.  It strangled the addiction that fuelled much of the rest of the addictive and intemperate behaviour.  I knew it the entire time.  And I fixed it.

I hope.