I smoked weed and became ill. My feet were cold so I put them in hot water. I should have had a hot shower like what those chronic weed smokers do to get rid of nausea. I'm ok now.

I was having great insights for an hour, under the covers with my eyes closed. I wish I wrote them down but couldn't because I was lying down. If I stood up, they'd vanish because I'd be focusing on something. I like to think that I've remembered them in my subconscious mind to build upon them in the future.