Stoned out of the blue after months sober.

Happy 2am from sticky humid Florida. Temperature is supposed to be in the 80s this week, so get jelly. 
 
Been absent from the forums for a little while... life got in the way and all.
 
Anywho, I believe I have a scientific breakthrough experience to report. Hold on to your bong, folks. 
 
I've been sober (weed-wise) for several months now. Had quite a difficult experience after one night when I thought I was a big boy and I could handle a whole quad-dose brownie. Shit got real when my towel started dancing and my lounge room morphed into Satan's motel 6 on Jupiter. Kind of went in and out of reality for a few weeks proceeding, and decided Mary and I needed to take a break.
 
That in mind, about seven months into my weedless existence, I went a day without eating (which is something I would normally regard as insane) due to a tight schedule and work needing to be done. How shocked I was when I woke up high. I mean, HIGH. No drinks or questionable herbal blends the night before. Nothing at all. I laid half in my bed, half in a vibrant cloud world where cartoon images and myself were all laughing contently at eachother's existence. I began playing Chic's "Good Times," (a fantastic piece, I might add,) and sluggishly moved towards the shower. After an everso pleasant morning, I started to feel normal again. Believing the whole thing to be odd, I initially brushed it off and decided I just woke up on the right side of the bed.
 
Which brings us to last week, when I began a sudo-religious, detoxification fast, which I intended to last for a few days. At 5 o'clock, I found myself staring at a mug on my coffee table, wondering what it would look like at different angles, and how I would perceive it if I were a fourth-dimensional being. I mean, two dimensional beings view eachother from the side; whereas we, three dimensional beings can view them from any angle we please. My thoughts trailed off for a few moments, and by the time they caught up with me I was laughing like a mad man.
 
I was stoned.
 
I shit you not, I just laid there on the sofa with my cat, laughing my ass off at the fact that I was blazed and I wasn't even trying to be. I turned on the smooth jazz and laid back in complete content. Nostalgic visions and memories entered my head, things I had conjured when I was previously stoned, and forgotten about as my sober life took over. I remembered how awesome it was to be high.
 
The phone rings; it's my mother. She's telling me about one of my siblings who's traveling to Israel for some reason, and the whole time I'm on the verge of breaking out into a hysterical laughing fit. I couldn't follow the conversation, my words were mixed up and slurred. She paused once or twice near the end of our talk, and I could almost see the confused expression she was making. She says she'll call back later, and I said that would be great.
 
Eventually I find the strength in my lethargic bones to get something to eat, forgetting all about my fasting efforts, focused only on quenching my immediate hunger. To my surprise, there was nothing special about eating. I didn't get the orgasmic eating experience I remember having so often in the past. Food was just food. After an hour or so the high wears off, and I go through a mild crash.
 
I have scientifically deduced that the THC stored in my fat cells from so long ago was burned off while I was fasting.
 
Now hold on there, slugger; before you start spewing out scientific mumbo jumbo about how the THC that's stored in fat cells isn't psychoactive, I suggest you explain how else I could have possibly experienced such a cannabis-like high, without any exposure at all to weed. I wasn't even exercising. In fact, I rarely exercise. With my genetics, I'd sooner become a toothpick before I got fat. I ate a quart of ice cream as a dare at a bachelor party once. Didn't gain a quarter pound.
 
I might mention that I rarely smoked the stuff. I prefer edibles a] because they're cost effective, b] the high is more intense and lasts longer, c] I don't like to smell like shit, d] it's easier to smuggle into otherwise boring situations, and e] because that's how we do it on the east coast.   So maybe being in edible form effected how it was stored...? I don't know.
 
Nevertheless, I plan on experimenting more with this in the future; at least until I have no fat left on my skinny corpse.
 
Let me know if you've ever experienced a similar phenomenon.
 
Cheers all
 
-EDIT-
 
I will accept my nobel piece prize as soon as a golden trophy large enough to satisfy my ego can be constructed.

 

 
Without a doubt, G
 

 
I imagine it like a time capsule; the THC is locked up in the fat cells and waits to be dug up again in the future. As far as I know my doctor says I'm healthy as a horse, which somewhat pisses him off when I tell him my poor eating habits.
 

 
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Haha, talk about winter weather, am I right? I'm near Haines City

 

If I were going to smoke something, it wouldn't be tobacco. And I generally don't smoke, as aforementioned.
 

Haha, you must be in Jacksonville or something.
 

Except it happened in reverse order. The head high came first, then the lethargy. And as far I know, placebos only work when and because you're expecting them to. I wasn't expecting anything of the sort. I was thinking about work related issues, got a few odd thoughts about my mug, and the rest is history. The people at the rave felt high because they were seeking a high and thought they were getting one. In my case it was as if someone drugged my coffee without my knowing, and then I started feeling the effects.
 
I'm telling you, this is a scientific breakthrough that needs more looking in to.
 
And I'm still waiting for the trophy, guys.

 

Oh wow, no clue why I thought you were being serious. Cheers

 

You.