One of the many reasons I wanted to give up smoking dope was to stop getting the munchies.  I had a good diet during the day, then began snacking in the evening.

But why put it in the past tense?  Over a fortnight since my last joint, and my evening food lust is just as strong.  Munch, munch, munch.

In fact, so far very little has changed, post hash.  The desire to roll up gets less and less powerful, but I still often feel in a cloud, often of depression, and I still blog zany overnight.

Is this cold-chicken?  How long will it go on, I wonder.