Eating delicious poison that tastes like salty licorice.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my IBS is telling me to stop eating that damn tasty licorice from Sweden. Of course, I might be wrong, but it is kind of difficult to ignore nausea and stomach cramps.
I did a simple test a few days ago though, by avoiding any kind of sugar, and my stomach and I was as happy we could be. No acid reflux, no cramps and no release of the infamous doomsday gas.
Hopefully you did not mind my short and juvenile story about my IBS and bowel movements (and gas). I have no clue what to write about today. My mind have been completely blank. I felt really inspired yesterday, but I am not too keen on taking benzodiazepine every night just because it might make me more creative and melatonin is more or less losing its effect on me. The long term effects of benzodiazepine is not that pleasant.
Of course, damiana can be okay now and then, but it is a pretty mild (and legal) herb. After a while I would probably end up having to drink one litre of that crap to get a tingle in my left pinky, and the taste is so vile that before I manage to drink half of it I would probably be puking my guts out.
It is actually very easy to pinpoint my randomly fluctuating creativity. If I had a steady income I would probably be fine; but the fact that we are more or less poor and that no one seems to be giving me a chance here in the land of Oz is kind of stressing, worrying and bloody annoying.
I truly understand why some actually turn to crime now.
Maybe I should invest in David Thorne’s business plan after all? “Cats” should be a good investment, right?
Take care and do not do anything I would not do.
