Sobriety is such a labor during the weekends. With my new found butter chunks adventures, I successfully ate ganja butter with carrot cake at 8:30 am and stayed high until 4:19pm. Tough call to make a minute later. I went out to a harmonica blow out show at Sierra Nevada. One would think I ate more butter before the show. Instead I drank a strong Earl Grey with tons of cream and sugar and took a cold shower just to sober up. My boss gifted me these tickets to a show that sounded stupid from the start. He was saving me a place at his table so I couldn't really get high. Instead I hit the local brew, Sierra Nevada. No matter how much I drank the music didn't get better,...I concluded that I do not like the blues, especially the blues harmonica. None the less, it was a gift and I made the most of it, copping a sleeply beer buzz and hitting the bong hard upon my return home. I just can't take the sobriety, it leads towards obsessive complusivity and/or just grumpiness. Right on, too high to type more.