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i can't sleep and i think i'm driving myself crazy. and i cna't type for shit right now, i can tell that will be an annoiance. is that even a word? i just want to escape to that other world. the one where everything is the same except the bad things. the world where there is always enough time, money, energy, alcohol, food, pot, drinks, gas, and love. so many things irritate the hell out of me. but hot tea is so good, i love the burning feeling down my esophagus. why do i always want what i don't have? right now, a blunt would rock. or a few shots. but all i have is 1/2 of a cigarette. that's fucking all. and no energy to go get more, but too much energy to go to sleep. and now my tea is almost gone. i guess i'll get off my fat lazy typical american stoner ass and do something about that. wouldn't it be great if there's a guy selling weed at the 7-11? i pray to you, saint mary jane, that i might be so fortunate.