It's kind of you to ask, thank you for that.

It's surreal. I have to resist the urge to call my dealer, but it's more of a "I want time to pass like it used to" than a "I miss feeling high", so that's made it easier to tell myself no this time around. As time progresses, my vocabulary returns and I can feel my brain functioning in ways it hasn't in awhile. But I feel very disassociated, time barely crawls by, no food is palatable yet(not even ribeye steak), the things that used to interest me are no longer fun or entertaining(video games :()... I guess I was a very high functioning stoner, but I'm definitely finding that I don't relate to people as easily as I could when I was high. Oh and sleep, what is sleep? I drift into it's sweet embrace but my mind races with vivid dreams.... Like last night, I dreamt that I went into a Goodwill and took a shit in a desk drawer... Where did that come? It was so real, though, that when I woke up, I immediately had to check my desk drawer to make sure I hadn't shat in my own desk. The dreams are terrifyingly realistic!!

Time will tell if this is for good or a tolerance break... There's something magically relaxing about that first puff after a rough day at work, and I have yet to find anything comparable. However, I can't dwell on that line of thinking because it just makes me want to call my dealer.