Slept badly because I woke up in the middle of the night with another drug dream.  Found myself in possession of at least a bundle of heroin, and was working my way through it.  With all the requisite anxieties of finding uncapped needles and torn bags everywhere as soon someone who wasn’t supposed to know I was getting high came over.

And then Tobias (who in real life has never done heroin, unless you count that shitty brown “ecstasy” that was all over the east coast in about 1995) was getting high with me, and shooting up, and I felt terrible about it.  And also annoyed that he wanted to do some kind of internet research on the stamp, and kept waving empty bags around when other people were there.