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i never get stoned. now, that doesn't mean i don't smoke pot, but i usually don't get stoned. i get a little lifted from time to time, maybe high, but never stoned. but yesterday, i was stoned.

i had a therapy appointment yesterday for the first time since i was probably 14. maybe it was the fact that i got to release to a total stranger, or i was just a little excited to rememedy what has been going on with me lately (forever), but when i left there, i was already high. i was definitely on some sort of adrenaline rush, and i was happy and smiling, life was grand. i was booked to go into my moms friend's studio and record some stuff, but when i stopped by my house on the way from therapy, i thought i'd take a hit off a joint, which is the most usual thing for me to do.

chaos insued.

i was trying to get my shit together, eat something, and get out of the house and not be late. i made food, but decided to put it in a tupperware and bring it with me (when in reallity, i lagged so fucking hard that i should've just eaten it before i left) then i thought i was ready. i locked the front door, got out to my car, realizing i had forgotten my sunglasses (but also realized the sun was going down so i probably wouldn't need them very long and could live without them) backed out of my driveway and remembered a sweater that i wanted to wear (then had a reason to get sunglasses anyways, on trip to get sweater) i got out of my car, brought my keys, locked the car, unlocked my house, get into my room,
and

blank.

what the fuck did i come in here for?
sunglasses? (no, those were secondary, but get them anyways since you thought of it)
fiona apple c.d? (looked for it, then realized it was in my ipod, in the car, and c.d. would be unneccesary)
ah, sweater!!! walk over to closet, stare. no fucking clue of which one it was (it was a specific sweater i wanted, and it doesn't reside in my closet) so, i grabbed any old thing and ran out the door with nothing i had gone in for.

i get back to my car, close the gate behind me, start the engine, and remembered exactly which sweater it was that i had forgotten. i decided to let it go, and proceeded to drive to the studio, actually stoned, trying to eat udon noodles, (which if anybody knows, are huge and impossible to eat while driving a stick shift). im not quite sure how to end this.. oh and i got lost on the way to the studio, which i NEVER do, really, i know my way around damnit. anyways, it was kind of fun to livelike the other half for an hour or so, but then it went away. never to return again.