God. Damnit. I can’t believe I lost my bag of pot. I’m sitting here in the last few hours of my weekend; bored, restless, trying to rest my mind on something, but nothing is satisfactory.
I found a bag with less than a teaspoon of shake. I don’t even know if I want to try it. It’ll probably be enough just to piss me off.
I just want to be high. To go outside, sit in the sun, and let my mind wander. Is that too much to ask?