I am 29 years old.
I've spent the last almost a week in a sleeping bag on my friend’s couch, getting high three times. Yesterday I did an egg hunt with my best friend. Last night I got mildly high and fell asleep listening to loud music and thinking about high Sherlock and John (and possibly Lestrade) shenanigans. Today, I lay in my sleeping bag and ate a half a container of peanut butter for breakfast. With my finger. Because there was no silverware. I am extremely proud of my life choices right now.