So I've been sober for the past month, trying to locate a job. It's been pretty boring; cravings are pretty intense; not really hard to deal with, though. Just there. So I wake up one morning, and there's a quarter of some NICE looking pot sitting on my dresser, and this 4 foot, worked glass bong that I've never seen before in my life. I load a bowl up into the bong, and think to myself, "I really shouldn't, I need to get a job. Fuck it," and hit the bong. I got SO damn high. I was seeing shit; the walls were bubbling in and out, I couldn't stop laughing, and there were gnomes running around my bed. It was the best morning ever. And then I woke up. To reality. No bong, no weed, no job, and a deminishing state of intoxication that was produced by my sub-conscious dream-state. I'm sad. What a cruel way to taunt a pot-head.