Not High Yet

My neighbor smokes pot.

A lot of pot.

Most days the smell is pretty faint (yeah, it seeps into my apartment), but today when I got home from the Temple (yeah, I thought it was kind of appropriate too) I could barely breathe.  The smell was completely overwhelming and I became sick to my stomach.

Normally, my friends and I joke about the fact that I have the "fun" apartment where everyone feels really really happy all the time due to the second-hand pot, but tonight was definitely not such a night. The giddiness hasn't kicked in yet anyway...but then again, I set up the fan to disperse the nastiness.