So it begins.

Spiralling out of control.

It must be that time of year, huh?

I don't listen when I talk, think I talk just to be heard.

Ohhhhh, Dan Potthast. Always making it look brighter.

Went (am on) on a bender this weekend, it was (is) fun, no shag carpet (yet), no passing out (maybe).

BUT!

It was (is) fun. I can't say I had a funny moment of clarity, no. BUT!

I did walk home in the rain at five a.m. on Friday...Saturday, I guess.

Spin like a faaaaaaaaan.

The term liquid courage is terrible. If you say that, or believe in that, you're totally wrong.

Alcohol makes nothing easier to say. Well, it's easier, I guess, but not at all? You know, you just dance around a desired point and never stick it. STICK IT! Deeeeeeep blue. Eh, I suppose it's okay though, can't get too beat up over it.

Good Sunday, though. 

Mentally preparing myself for a hell of a day tomorrow; not because of 4.20.

More like I have to get up at seven and work all day while all my friends are high and I'm probably not.

I and I.

If I were to choose a religion it would be Rastafari, simply for the fact that smoking cannabis would be a requirement, and I would have a healthy excuse to say "I and I" on a regular basis.

I will eventually meet a girl who enjoys Bad Brains, and we will 'discover' religion through Rastafari.

Let's make that happen, it sounds like fun.