Good GOD man, meth will fuck all your teeth up. What's wrong with you? Meth is also what you snort off a rolled up unemployment check. on topic: "Was I bored? No. I was content." Thereby completely oblivious to that harried, anxious, frenzied, fucking annoying distress over what you ought to be doing. Like preening the feather's on that career or cleaning that bathroom or calling that boy who's buckled your voicemail with his whining. I think this is sui generis the mark of human tragedy: our ability for boredom.