and suddenly, work coasts by despite it being a typical, slow monday; i started (and finished) my overwhelming amount of laundry as soon as i got home; beat my high score in bejeweled blitz on my phone in the laundry room, and when my phone died, i read half of sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs as my clothes dried. my closet is so tidy that it could pass for a clothing rack in a boutique. and now i’m taking a break from making chaotic watercolour moleskine art.

can you believe my fucking productivity? i can’t. i’ll need to instagram everything so that when i return to my regular, perma-stoned self, i’ll have photographic proof of what these miracle pills have done to me. i’m overjoyed and heartbroken at the same time. they’ve stolen the internet from me.

i’ve missed you, tumblr. did you miss me?