so i guess me and the head shop have a date tomorrow... but it's all good, cuz i wasn't 100% thrilled to the core with the bowl i had.
i've been hittin up the back up road master travel bong as a replacement... but it's kinda ghetto. it don't even gotta carb on the motherfucker.
anyways, it's only 1am, and i feel like driving to 7-11 so i can circle the store, and take an hour to pick out a snickers bar, and then maybe... i start to feel tired-ish.
four days of nothing to do.
i feel a hair cut coming on...
today is my dad's birthday... he was born march 8th, 1942. i don't know how that makes me feel.
indifferent, maybe?
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