One thing that I found was very grounding and therapeutic in my time off was rolling joints. I would sit at my desk for hours in silence practicing different rolls, different techniques, xyz. I think because it used to be so hard for me and I wanted to achieve that satisfaction of doing it. So I had to basically re-teach myself (forcefully, might I add) patience.

The funny thing is that if I roll a regular size joint, the whole thing could last me all week. So I was cranking these things out and running out of material to roll with but not smoking any of them.

Fun little discoveries.