Last night I did the pot thang again. But it was different. I'm wondering if each time will be different. I didn't get the same quiet as the other night. In fact, my mind raced more. I felt creative but the thoughts were coming so frantically that I couldn't get them down on paper. I found myself quite paranoid as well, which wasn't much fun.
I also noticed that my senses were more acute and turned up. I really prefer the experience I had the other night. I spend most of my days as it is with everything turned up. It's the quiet reprieve I enjoyed the first time around that had me thinking pot could be my wonder drug. Ah well, it is what it is.