I don’t feel like doing a puzzle right now. So I cleared my Mustang puzzle off the coffee table.
I’m going back into my kid headspace….
But then… Paranoia…
Interesting thoughts on the idea of weed as a medication.
And my future.
Many, many thoughts about my future.
What am I doing about it now though?
Nothing. The future can’t just come to me. I have to make it.
There it is. There’s my motivation. Where have you been all these years? How I have needed you. Thank you.
Paranoia again. Ugh. I need to calm down.