maybelater

What a beautiful fucking day. I am going to get really high and go hiking.

I just dented my head while walking the dog. Fucking tree branches man.

I do not want to hear the bad news. I do not want to hear that he is getting worse. I do not want to hear that he is losing his mind, memory, and strength. If the toughest person I know falls, what does that foretell for the rest of us?

After spending multiple months without internet, followed by even longer without a computer, I am finally once again in the computer age. And my SG account was renewed. So here I am. All is well.

I finally have the internet again. Yay!

And I found a new job. Super fucking yay! I'm a substitute teacher. I haven't actually done anything yet, and I'm pretty nervous about my first day, whenever that ends up being.

I just smoked my last bowl of weed. Boo.
But I'm going to a 60s/counter-culture themed party tonight, so surely somebody there will get me high

I just spent 13 drunken minutes looking at the mirror and thinking about how super cool I am.

Spookstock is this weekend. I really wanted to go, but I need a new job first. Ahhhh, if only I had decided not to listen to my conscience, then money wouldn't be so tight.

I think I have a problem with sobriety. It seems I always have to be fucked up on something. Weed, booze, tobacco, whatever. I don't know what my problem is. I used to think that I just wanted to feel everything. Now I'm just stuck in the same old rut, just wanting to get fucked up on whatever I can.