I come up with weird ideas that I can never remember, talk to Ben (my stoner buddy... well, my only buddy lol) about pointless crap, smoke some more, get the muchies like a motherfucker, stare at lava lamps, sing to Bob Marley (its brilliant in a dark room, listening to him live and closing your eyes... I usually start singing and then hallucinate sometimes, seeing myself singing in front of a huge crowd of people), or my personal favourite... having a smoke, going downstairs, laying on the sofa watching TV with the fire on and resting my legs on my mums lap. Shes cool with me smoking it, mainly because I do it in moderation and only occasionally.