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(Godfather? Thank goodness I don’t
know all the little details. They
might make me change my mind.)
But I’m happy (and sort of surprised)
to say I’ve managed to keep my use
pretty much under control.
I’ve only indulged maybe twice
a day, and yesterday I completely
ignored the monster’s whining.
Mostly because my body finally
demanded the sleep of the dead.
I claimed a flu bug was taking me
down, and Mom believed every word.
With my red eyes, sweats, and chills, no
doubt I looked the part. I slept thirteen
hours, got up and ate dinner, then crashed
back out until this morning. Of course,
the first thing I did when I got up was
sneak around back for a quick toke.
I have to admit I totally misjudged a few
things, like the crystal’s effect on my mothering
capabilities. I thought it would make it
easier to segue into my daytime routine
after late-night hours cajoling Hunter
to please, please go back to sleep.
Instead, the glass tends to make me
(with apologies for the coming pun)
a tad cranky. Imagine trying to placate
a fussy baby when his crying sends
major body rushes up and down your spine,
