Good morning, and oh look, it’s fucking Wednesday. I woke up some time between 5 and 6am, as usual. I’m pretty sure I was dreaming, which is nothing short of REALLY FUCKING WEIRD™. As far as I can remember, as long as I’m regularly toking, I don’t really dream; if I do, I definitely don’t…
It’s fake as fuck but I don’t care. It’s not like I have a wall of styrofoam heads.
Good morning, world. We’re up and about and enjoying coffee with the cats. Pippin has spent the morning squeezing Chaucer out of all his favorite spots. First, she pushed him out of his spot between my knees before we even were out of bed. Now, she claimed Shawshank’s lap. Chaucer is in loaf form by…