I am trying really hard to get some motivation. Something about this faux fall weather makes me wanna do nothing but lay around eating ice cream, taking bong rips, and painting all day.
Sunday began with me in some sort of weird funk. I went to sleep, hoping it would be gone when woke up. It wasn’t. I went to work, and it progressively got worse. I came home and crawled into bed where I watched Psych, ate an entire pint of Half Baked, and napped. It still wasn’t gone, it still isn’t gone. I need to snap out of it.
ugh, flat belly i miss you. tommy’s face is pretty classic here.
…okay enough self-loathing for one night. time for ice cream.
superman ice cream. and not the shitty fake kind that is really just colored vanilla, this is the real deal.
