A little pot, it'll help me sleep. Or... whatever it does. Big smile. It feels good that’s why we smoke it, let’s face it. And that’s the primary reason they won’t legalise it, because it makes people feel good. It is a part of the Fun Police’s agenda.
I seem to have the sweats, though. It's hot here. I'm sure it's hot. I've been moving fan to fan. It’s not just me, it’s the heat.
I've got to work tomorrow. I had today off. At least, I was productive and just didn't look at internet porn all day. I wrote a bit.
My housemate's boyfriend was over. He's nice, but he's an evil pot smoker. I'd stopped, but just these last couple of days. Good on big, handsome, blond, strapping Simon.
Oh, lovely, handsome Simon. He is just about near perfect. No, really, what a gorgeous man. He is interesting, he is funny, he is good natured, he is positive and always in an up mood, well, when I see him, he is, and he brings pot with him when he comes.
He really is just lovely. And Shane says he isn’t all that interested in him. I just can’t understand that.
I wish he was coming over to see me.
I should go to sleep before midnight. Work tomorrow, after all.
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