The mushrooms make me happy, by letting me soar beyond culinary dreams.
I am sitting here, asking myself questions. The most dominant question?
Why the fuck am I still awake?
Then the thought process slowly starts to trickle its way down, across, through. Whatever.
I am just going to stay up the whole night. Why not? I have 4 Red Bulls just waiting for me in the fridge.
I cleaned up Neil's room. And when I say clean...I actually used a feather duster. I've never used one for the purpose of cleaning ever before. I seriously think to myself what an accomplishment this is. And then I trickle some more...
Florida. Why can't I get the Sunshine state out of my mind? I would really enjoy going. But today is like the 16th and the 20th is the day of departure.
This entry sucks.
Why the fuck am I still awake?
Then the thought process slowly starts to trickle its way down, across, through. Whatever.
I am just going to stay up the whole night. Why not? I have 4 Red Bulls just waiting for me in the fridge.
I cleaned up Neil's room. And when I say clean...I actually used a feather duster. I've never used one for the purpose of cleaning ever before. I seriously think to myself what an accomplishment this is. And then I trickle some more...
Florida. Why can't I get the Sunshine state out of my mind? I would really enjoy going. But today is like the 16th and the 20th is the day of departure.
This entry sucks.