oh, what a world we weave when we are high on the crack pipe

where do i start?

i was killing a bit of time and was looking over the herbs and vits at the store when i saw the ones to help with stress and i laughed. i laughed because i have weed at home.

and as i sit here, i feel the idea of a story bubbling. i don’t know what and i don’t know if it means anything but it is there.

i have a weekend coming up and i want so hard to work on cleaning THIS Saturday, hopefully do something on Wednesday (am going shopping with Mother), work again on Saturday so on Sunday i can relax.

this is almost like its own kind of high.