Every morning, I try to act as normal, but, for two hours, I walk around in frustration & pain as I feed the cats, make my coffee, smoke a cigarette, then use the toilet, after. Usually, I have pot, so then I'll magically flip my life around. Then, I watch it flip back around. Then, I'll magically flip it. Then, it creeps back. This is a daily ritual.

Carrying my coffee hurts. Wiping my ass hurts. I would do it with my right hand, but, ever since my brain trauma, I can't carry my coffee or wipe my ass with my right-hand, anymore. Now, because some guy wanted to get from Food Lion to Farm Fresh, during rush-hour, I can't do it with my left-hand, without pain.

And, then I smoke cannabis. Life is great. I'm actually going to take my first hit, since I've woke up, right now.

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Oh, great. I had a hit-and-a-half left when I fell asleep at 3:30 p.m. I woke up at 12:00 a.m. My girlfriend left my plate bare, and, packed the rest in my one-hitter bowl, filling it up halfway.

This is how the world works.