So I’m going to be starting suboxone therapy to get off kratom Saturday morning, so hopefully my body has cleansed of kratom overnight fri-sat and my mom doesn’t have to stay up all friday night to watch if I stop breathing or anything, and plus I will be aware of what is going on to me. Eh. I don’t know. I mean Saturday morning seems smarter. I hope I can adjust by the following Monday. I probably won’t. My body, I mean.
Still doing nothing. Last I looked at the clock it was noon, 1150. An hour has passed. I hate wasting my life like this. School was amazing. I was always busy, always achieving intellectual things. Could’ve been practically applied, too, if I didn’t have to specialize like this shitty economy forces us to.
I don’t know.