Since my cold after Christmas, I've fallen out of smoking weed. Think the last time I sparked a bowl was on the 27th? Not exactly missing it and I count that as a win since it means I'm not an addict. On the other hand, I feel more isolated from the world. Then again, people are having kittens over the COVID-19 omicron variant.

Right now I'm home and feeling sorry for myself, utterly helpless. It sucks. An hour after I got home from work on Friday I went to sleep. Woke around 10, brushed my teeth and went back to bed. Up again around two, had a poo, and back to bed.

I wish I knew what I could do with myself.

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