It is two a.m.
I am listening to music.
I feel like I have pills going through my system.
I do not.
I just watch Jim Morrison have a complete acid trip on stage on youtube.
The boy was fried.
Like, sausages dancing in front of his face, fried.
Yeah.
I painted tonight.
I am now listening to Eisley.
I have so much to do in the next few weeks.
I am going to Salt Lake City on the ninth with Daniel to visit my parents.
One week, but I want it to be today.
I am now going to collapse into sleep.
Goodnight world.
I am not high.
I promise.