Happiness is Making Messes.
Things are good. Nothing to write home about. I keep myself pretty well occupied around here. Between watching movies at Daniel's, Vince's, Matt's, & my house, things are good. We swam in Grandmother's pool around 10:00 last night then went back to Matt's & watched Reservoir Dogs. When Christin & Slar fell asleep, the real fun began. Matt, Justin, & I headed to the kitchen, tied aprons around our waists, and baked a batch of cookies. For some reason, it made sense that we needed to be baking cookies at 3:00 in the morning. Weird stuff always happens at Matt's house, but because it's Matt's house, it all makes sense. I suppose it's what being high must be like. Yes, life is good indeed.