yeah

i got high six times yesterday. every time i smoke pot, it reminds me of how much i hate it. there are so many better ways to become a zombie. i just woke up with a full disgusting stomach and no headache. i like drugs that give me headaches so i can get back to sleep easier. or ones that wear me out. again so i sleep easier.

a friend of mine from antigonish, who i affectionately call molly ringwald, moved to halifax. i saw her last night. she's still carrying the bag that i made for her a year ago. that made me feel happy. the burn on my arm is heeling and sort of looks like track marks. she asked me if i was was on smack. i thought that was hilarious. it made me think about the time she painted her arm to look like jared leto's arm in requim for a dream. the principle at our high school said she was promoting drug use and told her to wash it off. she's going to go to bearlys tomorrow night, and i'm going to take her to gus' pub on thursday. she's so phat, she's bringing her own bubbles. antigonish! potatos and fish!

i'm gonna try to saw a few more logs before class at 10.