Man. I don't know what the fck I was thinking when I so casually allowed myself to run out of reefer. I'm coming unravelled. I screwed up everything I tried today and I think I'm having some kind of cerebral event because there like a blood vessel protruding on the side of my head.
I read somewhere that during WWI they treated 'shell shock' with Valerian. So that's what I'm doing right now. I'm thinking that as soon as Mrs. Faith and the Faithette go to bed, I'm sneaking out to the 24 hour reefer store in Romeo. I have to attend to my..uh...'wellness'.