Random Stoned Thought Process

My back hurts again, or perhaps I should say still. I have good days and bad days. Today was a bad day. Bad enough to take a pill other than over the counter ibuprofen that comes with an addiction/narcotic warning and makes me see shit that ain't there. It's either that or take the one that makes me sleepy and groggy for days afterwards and leaves me with a taste in my mouth akin to licking the ass of Death himself. I chose the fun pill, and I only took half.

Then we went food shopping. Food shopping at 10:30 on a Saturday night hopped up on muscle relaxants is strange. I don't think I shut up the entire time we were there. Yakkityyakkityyakkity....

Now I feel a little tired and dizzy. I should probably go to bed. I also feel like staying up and doing shit, or watching old movies and eating popcorn and half-off Halloween candy. I feel like I could knit sweaters for every child in the universe right now before the sun rises in the morning and I can't even knit. My lack of knitting skillz (fo shizzle, yo) is a source of shame for my mother, who is a master at it by the way, but I digress. Don't even say "But I can teach you!" You can't. Trust me. P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.

So yeah, I feel a little stoned right now... like that time with the bong in the woods... you know who you are and you know of what I speak Mrs. Snoopy Bong Girl.

I find it funny that my typing skillz (yo) don't seem to suffer the way they do when I blog drunk, as I have been known to do now and then. Am I as entertaining on goofy pills as I am drunk? I'll find out in the morning when I read this I suppose. I do crack myself up afterall.

Okay, I gotta go now... I think the keyboard is melting.