It is my first late night in months. Weed makes me drowsy so I sleep better when I smoke it. Anyway, i think the fact that I am up has more to do with writing until 1am the retelling of my homelessness, emotionally charged as it was. The world can be so scary. And BJG is NOT a relaxed person at all to deal with emergency or sick people  because he smokes too much pot. He gets violent actually when my meds are being discussed. So since 2006, my life has taken a turn towards way more trauma than I had ever had before then. I dont hold a grudge: we all are what we are and we cope differently with stress, the best we can.