Drank (lime juice, coke, the yummy sour and bittersweet juice that surrounds the segments of grapefruit in one of my favourite snacks of all, tinned grapefruit in unsweetened grapefruit juice, and in the early morning, what was left of a bottle of chocolate milk.)
Listened to music, caught up on some of the citizen chemist and clandestine chemist forums postings, ate candy, listened to music, about to tuck in to a plate of sausages, fried eggs chips and baked beans, smoked a rollup, shot a dose of morphine, smoked another, MUCH more satisfying rollup after doing said shot, moved some containers of lab reagents, bases, solvents and drying agents out of the kitchen medicine cupboard where my old man had put them and transferred them up to the relevant places on the lab shelves and storage cupboards. Also moved boxes of microscope slides and coverslips into the drawer containing microscopy supplies. Took meds. Another morphine and this time oxycodone as well-shot, followed by aunother especially satisfying rollup.
Surfed various places on the net, reading an online book about glassblowing and repairing/altering glassware.
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