I walked over to a headshop around 7 and got a new bowl. I smoked and watched King of the Hill until I passed out around 9. I woke up at 12, and got a ride to this guy's house to do hot knives and smoke a bit. I got one of my skateboards back, which I left there, and got to play with this kitten for a bit. Around 2, I went back to with my friend to his dorm to crash at, but ended up leaving to ride back to my apartment. While bombing down a hill, some drunk guy sitting on a longboard asked me if I wanted to smoke, so I stopped at my apartment to get weed to match. After smoking with a couple people, I got drunk, met some cool people, and got a connect for some Lucy. Around, 4:30, I bombed some sketchy sidewalks, without eating shit, I ended back at my apartment. The one thing I am not stoked at is the fact that I am sitting on a toilet having constipated diarrhea. I can't think of the right words right now, but it's hard for me to shit right now; when it does come out, it's more liquid than solid.
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I'm stoked that I managed to get through the pain of that shit. I jerked myself off and am going to pass the fuck out at 6 AM...glad I don't do anything productive.