Wake and Bake I'm not a morning person. I mean, I'm really not a morning person. I firmly believe that one of the circles of hell (I'm thinking 5, but that's just a gut feeling) involves having to get out of bed over and over again for eternity. It certainly doesn't help that I haven't slept well in 34 years (which, oddly enough, is several more years than I have been alive - But that's another story). None of this helps to make sense of the fact that upon struggling to get out of bed this morning, which involved a lot of one-eye-looking at the clock then saying "fuck it!", I suddenly thought about people who engage in "wake and bake" activities. More specifically, I was thinking about how damn crazy they are. Perhaps I have misunderstood the way in which weed works, but it has generally been my understanding that it's not the kind of thing that really gets you up and running. Far be it from me to advocate the use of drugs, but it would seem to be that if one were going to drug up first thing in the morning the reasonable choice would be something like blow or coffee injected into the eyeball. Call me crazy, but the thought of waking up and immediately taking some Tylenol PM seems downright nonsensical. But that's just me I suppose. I am beginning to suspect that my real problem with these wake and bake folks is that I'm jealous. I wonder what exactly they have that allows them to get up, smoke out, and move on with their day. Were I to have that kind of power just think what kind of morning person I could become! Ah, fuck it. I need a nap.
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