I got goddamn emotional because upon waking up at an unholy hour, my mother opened the window and slipped a card and a book-shaped present, of which she said the challenge was to open without damaging even the packaging. It turned out to be a card about my approaching trip to Japan and a book of Japanese customs so I don't get myself killed over there.
Also, I am writing an e-mail to my homeopathist to descripe the hallucinatory experience I had on Friday when he gave me a pill and told me to close my eyes. For the next two hours, I would go from listening to impending sounds which were never there (I swear someone screamed inside my ears), to believing for some seconds I was in another place, to slightly forgetting about time and space (I changed in my head the place where I was, messing with my location around two hours ago), then sort of sleeping (or falling unconscious, I don't know anymore) and finally waking up (unless I wasn't asleep, because it's futile to overthink it), bored and with one last curious sensation: that of feeling my body disconnected, as if my body in a totally straight position, had my head looking at one place, then my legs at another place, and so on.
It wasn't such an unbelievable experience, but the curious thing is, I've tried marihuana several times, and never, it doesn't matter the kind I smoked and the company, did it have any lasting experience aside from a slight increase of my sense of humor (whereas in the last case, my friend tripped balls).