I ate crab claws, lasagna, smoked salmon, and stuffed mushrooms at work today. I also listened to a ton of music loud as **** with my headphones on. And I ate a weed gummy early into the shift and once that kicked in I felt so happy. I wondered like am I ever gonna get paranoid at work - it sounds weird but I get the weed creeps harder at home than at work. I think the mandate that I keep working occupies my mind the perfect amount. The work takes very little expenditure intellectually. I mean honestly it’s ****ing brain dead as a ****er. Like without tunes getting high would be depressing but with tunes it’s dead on ****ing perfect.
And btw Bat if you read this I listened to Time Does Not Heal while I was doing all that
That album is so ****ing good
