I'm reaching one of those points in my life, and it hasn't been that often, where I'm nearly out of weed.  Something that I try and avoid at nearly all costs, but it has been come extremely difficult without being able to drive.  Relying completely on the graciousness of Cara to go and swoop when she has found time to do so. So I'll be out-out tonight after work and as of course the last bit of what I have is the dried-up, not so good stuff and it will burn up very quickly. I'm pacing around the crib trying to figure out how to get more, and how to get more in the shortest amount of time.  Perhaps before work, perhaps after, something - I need to get my hands on some more. This is my one true crippling appendage of mine, my crutch to weed.  So I took a bowl of what little I had left and smoked on it quickly because I wanted to stop pacing - and I did and the only real thing that seems to have changed is I'm not pacing anymore. I'm still doing what I was before, but somehow it seems to be okay because I smoked. It's an odd cycle, I just wish it was easier to acquire so things like this didn't have to happen all the time.