We had a wonder thunderstorm. Marvelous lightning. I ended up falling asleep during the storm. I slept for about 7 hours.

My shoulder and neck still hurt. I'm now worried if one the alters bruised it while I wasn't there.

Had some chips and salsa with raspberry ginger ale.

The Lesbian Avengers are having a "back to school" shopping visibility event at the Cambridgeside Galleria today at 1pm. If I'm up (who knows), I want to go.

By scraping the bottom of my 2 pipes and the small crumbs in the bags I have left, I managed to get enough pot together to get slightly high tonight. Not enough to get as stoned as I'd like to, but enough to get buzzed. I'd do it now, but something inside me won't let me smoke up at 5am. I know it's crazy. My schedule is shot to hell, so why shouldn't I?

One reason: Soon I'll be taking my meds, which will quite possibly put me to sleep. What a waste that would be.

Another reason: It's much nicer at night and the sun will be up soon.

I slept for yet another 10 hours. Since I've started my new meds I've been asleep about twice as much as I've been awake. That should change once I'm adjusted, but it is annoying.

My shoulder and neck still hurt just as much. If I try to raise my right arm, the pain grows very sharp. I don't know how I'm going to move all the junk that still needs to be cleared with my shoulder and neck like this. It really needs to be moved in the next week, so hopefully by the end of it I'll be sleeping less and in less pain.

I had the strangest dream last night, well, actually during the day. I dreamt that I was in the children's ward of a mental hospital. I was very confused and tried to get out. The nurse told me I'd been there for quite some time. Apparently I was 12, biologically female and the year was 1974 (the year I was born) and I had hallucinated the rest of my life. I would have to stay. My sister had a kid that I didn't know about because I'd been out of it for so long. I didn't want to believe it, but they kept showing me all these records. It was all so realistic that it took me a few minutes after I woke up to convince myself that I didn't just slide back into my delusional world.

Just smoked what I was able to scrape together this morning. It didn't get me as baked as I'd like to be. But, I can definitely feel it, and by the way I'm typing I know it did something. I love pot. I want more. I need to find a connection.

purpleglitter and I are off to zarthon's for movies in about ½ hour. We'll probably be watching "The Mexican" starring Brad Pitt. My task now is to make sure Lake is out of bed and full of caffeine for the drive over. I need to pack my meds in case we end up crashing there.