So I made a pot of Orange Pekoe/Green Tea poured myself a mug. Light my opium incense cone and WOW the smoke! I had it beside me originally but I'm not a smoker in any capacity and the incense was too much. So it ended up being moved to a TV tray further away and under the ceiling in order to get the best smell around me without inhaling directly smoke clouds! Huzzah! First win of the evening!
I thought that it may have been a tough read for me, I love my Fantasy novels, I love my Victorian Novels, I am loving my Canadian novels...this was going to be something new but I had gotten a taste of Hunter S. Thompson's writing style in October and something intrigued me. I am not as confused as I thought I'd be in this novel about drug use and trips. And for a girl that is trip-free since she's drug free. I think that's a WIN too!
However, I'm no fool to imagination and all the fun that comes with it. So I'm really rather enjoying Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and am excited to see where it takes me.
The tea turned into some Skinny Tea from DAVIDsTea and then some Raspberry Green Tea. All excellent and enjoyable choices.
I also encountered a random text message from someone I was not expecting-someone I met over a month ago and just figured that was that. But, once again animal instincts prove true and another WIN for the night. I will leave that as it is. Nice and vague.
Now since the break-in last summer I've been jittery so the tv has been on in the background. Criminal Minds that I've already seen just for noise. Shrimp has also been an interesting character this evening and such a bundle of love.
I'm ending my night by uploading and emailing my friend her photos from her trip (for which she had to borrow my camera hers lost in the mess of moving).
And to end:
Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip—the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.