in the end, my body made my choice for me.

that nap turned into a hard crash, and my eyes just got completely welded shut - i felt stoned, and in the bad lethargic way, where you just want to sleep for weeks at a time. yuck. i don't understand why anybody pretends to like that feeling - these people are addicted, and that's all there is to it.

the guy upstairs was gone for most of the last two weeks, and came back a few days ago. while he was gone, the air quality was actually quite nice. no second-hand tobacco, no second-hand marijuana. it did not take long for him to come back before the problem reasserted itself again, indicating that it's clear enough what the actual problem is.

again: i don't care what he does. i don't remotely care about him in any fathomable way at all. but, why would somebody sign a non-smoking lease and then smoke inside? it's completely baffling to me. and, it's completely baffling to me that he seems to actually have some kind of interest in smoking these highly sedative strains that make you feel like you smoked something laced with heroin.

so, i got knocked out by the second-hand pot from upstairs. again.

and, i'm consequently in for the night.

i could have maybe made it if i skipped showering and shaving, but i can't do that, i'd die of embarrassment if i ever showed up in detroit without shaving and somebody saw me. like, i'd probably start crying.

and, i'm really torn on this. i'm regretting the fact that i missed it, but i'm pretty sure i'd regret going if i actually did, too. i think i'm fucked either way.

i'm going to make some coffee and get back to what i was doing, if i can stay awake.