Still waiting on that welcome-home doobie...decided a taco wouldn't do it and instead went out to a proper sit-down restaurant for a giant chile relleno combo platter. Dead tired, barely able to keep my eyes open, going out was a way to stay awake a little longer in hopes of getting back in sync with PST.
The strategy failed spectacularly. Instead of the relaxing J and falling asleep to DSoM as planned, I instead got the worst case of food poisoning I've ever experienced and stayed up all night in excruciating gastronomical agony. I have never wanted sleep so badly. All I could think about was that I never did get around to writing a will.
Better now, I think. I didn't eat anything Saturday except saltines and water, finally passed out around 5:00 PM. woke up at 2:00 AM today feeling like I'd been run over by a jeepney. Still no appetite, but I'm optimistic that'll change once I finally roll that long-awaited marijuana cigarette tonight...