I had a conniption of meltdown proportion yesterday over something pretty minor. Human behavior dictates that this brings forward all of your worst compulsions. Self medicating is the obvious go to, but for some people, that's jumping onto Amazon and hitting the "buy" button on something and it gives us a temporary dopamine rush. Okay, enough of the Ninjafreudian back story.
So anyways, yesterday I wound up driving down to the valley and sought out one of those $18 ounces of Eighth Brother weed I really really really didn't need. Why? Well because I got a temporary dopamine rush from it the same way that weird dude in the other office cubicle does who has to go run to the bathroom and wash his hands. Unhealthy coping mechanisms and whatnot . But besides that - and I hope you're picking up on the angel and devil arguing in my head at this point leading up to that purchase, and in the end that damn John Bellushi looking devil wound up winning and I bought the ounce. They had a Ghost Train Haze I'd never seen them offer before, and out of all my jars and jars and jars I really didn't have something for daytime, so I went with the devil I know.
Fidden to gedden to some shitzen today.