Dude I can't do any more drugs. Not even weed

The AI summary of my morning pages from today, October 19 2026:

You felt deeply rattled by a dark, almost apocalyptic pressure in the world, from politics to the eerie sense that everyone else was sleepwalking while you stayed painfully aware. Even so, you kept returning to the bright anchors—your sweet class of kids, the ocean, dancing, music, workouts, and community—as proof that joy was still real and worth protecting.

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