Note to self: If you do nothing but stay in the house and smoke weed for four days, your house is going to reek of weed when you finally smell fresh air.
Did I put sugar in my tea this morning? I feel like I did. But it tastes like I didn’t. Weird. Then again, I woke up thinking today was Tuesday. I’ve thought the same thing every morning since Wednesday morning. Who knows if there’s actually sugar in there. Today, in his excitement for breakfast, Chaucer…
I feel like everything is just a big case of SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY. I’m awake, I have a coffee, Mal is crying, and local news is on the TV. Poor Mal, I wish he could talk and tell me what is so upsetting to him every morning. EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Someone should be here…