I'm smoking the resin from a pipe that I smoked pot and catnip from. I probably smoked more catnip out of this particular pipe than I've smoked pot, because one must smoke a lot of catnip for it to be effective and the bowl on this pipe is nice a big. The resin tastes of catnip very strongly. I'm getting a mix of the catnip high and the marijuana high from it. It's a nice feeling.

I can't sleep, so instead I take drugs. I just took some Adivan and smoked the caked pot left in the bowl from when I had actual pot to smoke. The caked pot is surprisingly strong. One gets caked pot by never dumping the bowl. The ashes just build on each other. And eventually there is some good stuff in there. I call it "caked pot". I'm sure there is a better term for it somewhere, but I haven't heard it yet. So I made up my own. I love creating words. As a poet, I'm allowed to do that.

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.