every once in a rare while i become totally convinced that i somehow am stoned without knowing it. that's what happened when i read
How do clowns do their tricks? and couldn't stop laughing hysterically. then i found out that anna nicole is dead (WTF??!), which would've totally wrecked me if i actually was stoned. and then i went back to the totally mystefying, stupefying, impossible task of trying to choose an "individual health insurance" plan.
what a rollercoaster night. thanks coffee, for reminding me of how eventful 3:22am can be.