I’m starting to check your blog before bed, and I am not sure how but I think you got me stuck here now… I come to check if you’ve posted something new and when you don’t I go to bed sad
(submitted by: deadputa)
You’re going to be sad many days, if by “new” you mean “shit I wrote recently”. For better or worse —mostly better— the stream has gobbled up most of my creative energy, and I now have at least six hours a week to empty out my brain in a weed-fueled improv. That leaves me with little to say here.
Except on nights like this, when I’m coming down from a stressful 36 hours and the weed is good.
But then, I guess it just makes these nights more precious, doesn’t it?