I slept through the night. It was awesome! I hope more nights like this are coming. That pothead must love to aggravate me. The stench of pot when I wake in the morning is nauseating. I feel better but I can still feel my skin stretching as if being pulled apart. I'm not itching as much either. It... Sign in to see full entry.
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