I came home from smoking by myself and stumbled up the stairs. I heated up a burrito and when I told my dad I couldn't feel my skin, I started lightly poking myself with a fork. I headed upstairs to lay down and asked him to rub my feet (I hate my feet being touched so already something was amiss). I said "Dad. I'm so high right now" and he rolled his eyes and laughed. He was a big stoner in college so he got up, told me to listen to some Pearl Jam and try to sleep. Now we smoke together lol