It’s 11:08 pm and I’m stoned.
I’m so happy. I’m currently alone but my fiance is on his way home right now. What a great feeling, being high.
I actually think I smoked more tonight than I ever have before.
I’m so happy I can type fast, I have like 63 words per minute. It’s just weird to me that my brain doesn’t even need to think about where the letters are. Memory is cool as shit.
When I’m sober, I can’t remember anything ever. It’s actually really awful.
And now I’m going to go watch Freaks and Geeks and be happy.