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I took about a gram of shrooms and finished my final paper for European History in six hours, including cigarette breaks and a movie. Then as I was finishing up the conclusion I double checked the time it was due and it turns out the essay wasn't due yesterday but today, so I decided to put off the bibliography until today. That's what I'm doing now.
Things have been good lately. I don't know why, really. It could be the shrooms talking but I don't think so. I don't do that much. Maybe three grams per week or per week and a half. Writing the paper for a class I hadn't attended since October was effortless, and I guess part of this newfound sense of well-being has to do with finding comfort and security in certain talents I've managed to develop. I feel like somehow, without any concerted effort and riding on nothing substantially more than vague ideas, I've become more or less who I wanted to be when I was a kid. Or at least what I remember wanting to be. But I don't know, maybe it's that or maybe it's something else.
Today Sam and I want to take some pictures at Verdun. It is 17 degrees fahrenheit today.
Things have been good lately. I don't know why, really. It could be the shrooms talking but I don't think so. I don't do that much. Maybe three grams per week or per week and a half. Writing the paper for a class I hadn't attended since October was effortless, and I guess part of this newfound sense of well-being has to do with finding comfort and security in certain talents I've managed to develop. I feel like somehow, without any concerted effort and riding on nothing substantially more than vague ideas, I've become more or less who I wanted to be when I was a kid. Or at least what I remember wanting to be. But I don't know, maybe it's that or maybe it's something else.
Today Sam and I want to take some pictures at Verdun. It is 17 degrees fahrenheit today.