So. Last night I got really high and fell asleep on a friend's couch. Before passing out last night, I had been messing about on Maia's computer for a bit, making a pic on Photoshop/Illustrator. You can see it here, if you'd like.
After I woke up, I drove home, constantly keeping an eye on the little fuel gauge, because I'm almost on "E", but at the time, I really wasn't feeling like stopping anywhere on the way. Every five minutes or so, I would get these insane stomach cramps, and it would hurt so bad that I could feel myself sweating into my hoodie. Toes curling up. Accidentally spilling ashes all over myself.
Now I'm home, and after this next cigarette, I think I'm going to take a nap for a little while. Afterwards, I'm probably going to get some coffee downtown, maybe...possibly. I'm fucking tired right now. Drained. Completely worn out.
Later.
After I woke up, I drove home, constantly keeping an eye on the little fuel gauge, because I'm almost on "E", but at the time, I really wasn't feeling like stopping anywhere on the way. Every five minutes or so, I would get these insane stomach cramps, and it would hurt so bad that I could feel myself sweating into my hoodie. Toes curling up. Accidentally spilling ashes all over myself.
Now I'm home, and after this next cigarette, I think I'm going to take a nap for a little while. Afterwards, I'm probably going to get some coffee downtown, maybe...possibly. I'm fucking tired right now. Drained. Completely worn out.
Later.
