I had a nostalgic moment earlier this morning. I went to sleep around 6pm and therefore awoke by 2 something am. So I found myself at 3:30 in the morning, thinking about what it was like to be dopesick and waiting for 6am to come around so I could go down and get more dope. Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant memory. Every minute felt like an hour, despite trying to distract myself, watching a show. I haven't felt that desperation and anxiety in years, thankfully.